The woman who lives above me doesn’t sleep either. I hear her talking to someone at 5 in the morning. She’s on the phone I guess because I can’t hear anyone replying. Just the muffled sound of her speaking, then silence, then the creak of a floorboard, then her speaking again. This woman walks around her bedroom a lot as she speaks. I follow her path with my eyes and the light from breaking dawn flickering across the ceiling.