My Neighbors Upstairs Have A Pretty Squeaky Bed

This morning was the second time in as many days that they woke me up. It's funny how in my mostly-asleep state, I took a while to realize what what going on. At first I thought they were building a shelf (yes, really). Then I realized, "oh, no, they're fucking."

Good for them, of course. I'm not complaining. They weren't being obnoxious or anything, I was just in the perfect location to hear it all go down, plus it was a relatively quiet morning otherwise.

So I laid there, eyes closed, wanting to fall back asleep because I was certain I didn't want to get up yet. Every few minutes I heard another cascade of thumping from above, and I started to wonder what position they had switched to this time. At one point I thought they were done, because it had grown quiet for a few minutes longer than the breaks I had gotten used to. But one more set of rhythmic thrusts echoed down from my ceiling, and this time the pace was quicker and their usual pattern seemed to end abruptly.

Now they were done. I went back to sleep.

And yeah, that morning show turned me on a bit. It's pretty difficult to be that close to sexual activity and not be at least a little aroused.

But it also made me sad, and jealous in a way. This morning made me realize that I've never known what it's like to have a sexual partner who's around all the time. I don't know what it's like to have someone with whom I can have intimacy with on a regular basis. I laid there, alone, like I always do, and couldn't help but wonder what it's like to wake up every day next to someone you love.

I don't know if I'll ever know what that's like.