A Little Night Music
Writing prompt: The noise coming from the …
The noises coming from the apartment below me were clearly those of love making. My bedroom is directly above the 2nd floor apartment bedroom and, by the sounds of it, my bed is directly above their bed. The moans and groans tickling my eardrums didn’t bother me—although it did feel slightly inappropriate and voyeuristic to listen to them—nor had they awakened me. You see, I had been interacting with a bedfellow of my own. His name is Mac … and his nightly offering to me is usually … Netflix. This is a bedtime habit I’ve had for some time now, even though multiple studies suggest that it isn’t the healthiest way to drift off to sleep.
It all reminded me of the story of my Grandma Radosevic being approached to sign a petition to stop the neighborhood church from holding summer dances for the youth—ostensibly because the loud music was disturbing the usual peace and quiet of the neighborhood too late into the evening, but actually because some of the youth were suspected of sneaking off into the bushes to “do it.” Grandma declined to sign. She told them, “I kind of like the music. It actually helps put me to sleep.”
So, as I lay there listening to the oohs and ah…aaaahhh…AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHS of my neighbors, I decided to let that be the music that lulled me to sleep. It’s most certainly a healthier strategy than Netflix.