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I rather sleep by a lawn mover or a chain saw.
The deafening music is pumping down the cement, the building is humming alive and my entire being is against it. If I rest my hands against the cold painted walls, I can definitely pick out the lows and highs of the song blasting up in level 2.
It's muted and muffled to the point where I can't exactly decipher the lyrics, but I'd catch that familiar flow of tunes anywhere. They're blasting Radio One on their speakers, jamming to the curated party mix. The playlist that loops every Saturday night, when the station goes offline.
And how do I know this? Even though, I hardly leave home unless I really have to and my music never skips beyond chill pop most times, when you're as secluded as me, boredom drives you weird long places and parks your ride at the most unusual spots.
I currently have a pillow and a pair of fuzzy earmuffs from last winter covering my ears and face equally. Unfortunately those attempts prove worthless. The noise beats down on me like a million tumbling boulders and I'm trapped.
I grunt and roll off my bed. I lay out my options before me.
Either I knock on their doors and knock some sense into them, or I call it a night and snooze in the garden's park bench which is atleast a good 15 feet from the house.
I hate having to talk to them so much, the latter seems infinitely appealing. But the bench is of solid metal and sleeping all night on it is like volunteeringly asking yourself to wake up with a sore ass.
I toss toss toss on the hardwood floor, maybe I'd rock myself to sleep?
When nothing seems to work I try to gather up my courage, but it is spilt and splattered all around me and gathering it is like picking liquid with bare hands.
Hence with definite unavail, I wallow on the floor and curse the owners of the 2 cheery voices I've been hearing, completely senseless.
I try closing my eyes and blocking out everything, like I've tried and done countless times before. It usually works most times, but there's this disturbing light flashing from the glass windows above tonight.
It casts faint glows of red orange yellow green, the entire motherfucking rainbow into my room as the light refracts and disperses out their glass.
I want to sob sob sob, kick and punch them for being so unaware. Of their surroundings, and of me.
My brain tries delving deep down it's energy stores trying stir up an idea, but a sleepy fog casts over it and I can't think straight.
Should I call the cops on them? Should I turn off the mains supply?
No no no. That'll all involve me making conversation face to face.
My brain finally flicks a switch and burns a bulb. I don't know their number so I can't text or call, but there's one thing I can do.
You see the cons of living in this little (not so little) share house meant we had a central WiFi, even though it houses two homes separated by two floors (nonsense I know, but when you have a stingy landlord.)
This is my best bet. I whip out my phone and enter settings.
Settings
WiFi Network The Hillcrest Duplex 📶
Status:connected IP address:292.778.0.991 Router:292.778.0.3
Network configuration Change network ID to:' TURN THE FUCKING MUSIC DOWN ASSHOLES ' ?
YES|NO
[A/N] Thanks for all the encouragement on the previous chapters 💖
