I woke up at three in the morning - I confirmed after looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table - because of the neighbours. Or rather, the neighbour. Every day is the same story: the neighbour returns at the most diverse hours and one can immediately hear that he goes rough with the person he took home. I never told my parents because for sure they would go to him and annoy him and I do not want the neighbour to go away: I am curious to know if he has brought home a man or a woman. To make it clear: I haven't seen him yet in the face although he has moved into our building about two months ago, so I do not know whether he is old or young, ugly or handsome. The only thing I know is that he leaves early in the morning and returns late at night. How he can sleep so little I do not know, especially given his ... frequent physical activity; I just hope he does not collapse one day when he is alone in the house, otherwise no one would know. That is, I would know, but I would not tell my parents in fear they would tell him to leave.
I am so absorbed in my thoughts that I did not realize the silence that reigns beyond the wall until I look again at the alarm: it's four thirty in the morning. ! I have classes in four hours!