Saturday, February 20, 2016

A Strange Closeness

I live in a townhouse, and I feel a strange closeness with the boy I share a bedroom wall with. I don't know him, what he looks like, his name, whether it was his sports car I tapped when I was backed out the other day or one of his roommates'.

But I hear him listening to music. I hear when he laughs out loud when he's watching tv alone on weekend nights. The other night, I couldn't sleep, and I swear I could hear him snoring.

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