Upstairs Neighbor

I’ve always found the people living below me to be an interesting family. I can hear everything they do through the thin floor that separates us. I hear them talk and laugh and can even hear the soft clink their forks make when they eat dinner at the table, or the sound of water against the porcelain bathtub when they shower. I’ve lived here for over a year now, but still haven’t bothered to meet them in person, even though I feel like a member of the family. Perhaps it’s time I come out of their attic. 


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