B is asleep, I've done my chores for the night. I slip into my comfortable pj's and snuggle with my blanket on my comfortable couch fixing to pop in a movie I've been wanting to watch and lo and behold all of a sudden my upstairs neighbors are home. There goes my quite and peaceful night!
This fleeting quite and peaceful night happens most nights. I often sit there at night looking up at my ceiling asking myself...what could they possibly be doing? And sometimes I'm yelling that very question. I have never known anyone to walk back and forth as much as they do in their home. It sounds like that is all they are doing...walking laps around their apartment.
I have never met them, but have nicknamed them "The Pacers." I have become quite fond of the name. I think I will have to add a new years resolution: refrain from taking your broom and banging the ceiling of your apartment.
Godspeed, Gruyere
15 years ago