My new neighbor moved in a few months ago, directly from India. He is very quiet, keeps to himself, and seems nicely boring. But. My bedroom wall is his front room wall. And I know he plays Bollywood music until about 4:00 am and starts up again around 9:00 am. Since I routinely sleep with music on, anyway, it doesn't bother me at all on the nights when I sleep to his music. However, with his music playing, my dreams feature a lot more dance scenes and are significantly more colorful.
An Erinku:
coffee running
breakfast cooked
Bubbles fed
Sunday morning
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