It's 1 a.m. The next time I look at the clock, it's 1:45 and I roll over. The next time I check, it's after 2 a.m. Yep, I can't sleep.

The incessant chatting noises, yapping and carrying-on coming from the apartment downstairs apartment isn't helping any either. They won't stop. It must be some kind of late night party – on a Wednesday. Every so often, a loud burst of conversation or laughter will seep through the cracks in the hardwood floors and make its way into my cocoon.

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