ill noise
 a day off, a time just for himself besides the fact that he was now sharing his apartment with someone else now. tae was sprawled on his bed, indulged in a deep sleep still lingering from last night. it was as if not a sound could wake up from his slumber, but he was incredibly wrong about that. the sound was muffled, but it was enough to waken him out of his sleep as he sat up, and looked around. of course someone belting the words to madonnaâs like a virgin so early in the morning could only mean one thing; that annoying ass neighbor was back, and possible drunk or whatever tagged with her from yesterday.
tae looked over at the time that was displayed on the digital clock on his dresser. the time shown seven in the morning, and about that time tae mentally cried that someone would do that to him so early in the morning. the worst thing about all of this was that it could be heard mostly in his room, and with that he reluctantly moved from his comfortable bed to get the broom that he used almost everyday to bang on his ceiling to get the other to shut up.
you would think as many times as he put in complaints they would have done something about the annoying tenant that sung terribly so early in the morning, but yet she was still doing the same thing more often than usual.Â
â aish⊠i wish she be quiet. â tae complained, running his fingers through his hair as he gave off an annoyed sigh. Â
the glug of water she downs after her appalling chorus soothes the dry throat, helps a little in dulling the ache in her head thatâs paralyzing the flow of lucid thoughts. of course, the song continues after the minor pause, as inna shifts to her room, begins to ransack through all the storage compartments for her medication. it is after a hasty raid through the drawers by the dresser, a sluggish little dance and a youâre so fine, and youâre mine that her feet pick up faint vibrations on the floor beneath her. soft thuds, spaced apart. a familiar, intentional disturbance.Â
suddenly, sheâs capable of remembering the seemingly endless stack of complaint letters, addressed specifically to her, and the neighbor with the undeniably nice face living below her thatâs peevish for her irregular morning habits. one would think heâd get the memo after she had left him some complimentary earbuds in his mailbox to satisfy his displeasure towards her singing.Â
in his perspective, she is a bother. in her perspective, heâs being petty; excessively trivial. the fault clearly lies within her, but the girl is obstinate and a firm believer of her own perceptions. denial is what she offers in place of apologies. in her response, she grins impudently to herself, halts the search for the painkillers to begin jumping, kindly returning the favor.Â
âdid i wake you up?â she sings this, deafeningly enough for him to hear, âgood morning! ah, wait-- i suppose itâs not exactly a good one. am i right?âÂ

















