

Like Clockwork It was like clockwork. He would scream for twenty minutes straight each night, beginning promptly at eleven-thirty. I would clamber into my bed at eleven oclock, lying perfectly still atop my old, uneven mattress, waiting for the tragic lullaby from the apartment beside mine. He always finished by eleven-fifty-two, never any later; by midnight, I would drift off to sleep.Like Clockwork
I couldnt say it disturbed me. I do not hesitate to speak of my grievances, so were I bothered, I would have spoken up. It was a ritual. It reminded me of my worldly place. It kept me organized.
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