Nighttime

Musings from your downstairs neighbor.

You. The girl who lives in the apartment above mine. Number 4, I think. When do you take off your shoes? They're heels, aren't they? Maybe an inch and a half, and kind of a thick base. I understand the pain of having cold feet, but don't you have socks? You pace, all over your apartment. I can hear you. At three in the morning. I can't sleep.