It is 4:30 in the morning and someone is either playing music or agreeing with someone very loudly in a low voice over and over. Now that I'm up all I hear is the slight bass tones of a late night annoyance and it might as well be blasting by my bedside. This is when the tricky part comes in, because what do I do about it? Where do I go from here? Do I fight against it, do I start my day?
I try to find a place where I can rest aside it, a pulse, something methodical and mother-like, revert it to something else. But the truth is it isn't beautiful and it isn't methodical and it isn't poetic. It is late, and I have to be up soon, and the kids next door listen to their music very, very loudly.
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