20 October 2008

5L Chronicles

I awaken at 6am to the sound of a ball being thrown upstairs above me. It hits the ground first in a loud thump, then slowly and gradually the bounces become lighter but more frequent until the ball comes to some sort of stop somewhere down the hallway. I picture it to be still rolling; perhaps back and forth very lightly. The scampering of four feet- nails against wood- almost automatically follows in the same direction. The little pooch upstairs wants to play. How sweet.

Dear Apartment 5L:
Please don't encourage your dog at 6 o'clock in the morning. Sleep is an effort for me. I love dogs and don't want to not like them anymore.
Your neighbor, MF