THE NEW GUY


For the past few months I've woken up on the left side of the bed.
I can't even hear the pretty birds chirp anymore and the sunrise seems to burn my skin instead of warm it.
What's the worse part of the story? I'm not sure I even sleep at all.
I can't remember the last time I had any meaningful dream— in fact I no longer dream. It's all his fault! All his bloody fault!
You've got that right. It's the new guy in the next flat.
Why? How? I don't know, you go ask him why I dislike him this much.
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