#wallmate

I sleep in my closet because confined spaces relax me. The wall of my closet is next to my neighbor’s entryway. Here is a record of his movements.

Disclaimers:

Doors are heavy in my building; letting them swing closed on their own produces a loud slamming noise that reverberates. References to “slamming” or “slams” herein are not meant to invoke images of a person angrily or forcefully flinging a door shut; just a person walking away from a door as it’s own weight hurtles itself back to the lintel with force enough to produce a noise blessed by Thor.

The elevator is several feet away from my closet and wallmate’s apartment. 

July 24-25, 2021 11:12 pm: Loud slam and sounds of locking door. Echoes. Footsteps. Elevator ding. 3:14 am: Door unlocks. Door slams closed. Echoes. Wallmate has returned. Way too long for a smoke break. Where has he been? What has he done? It’s 3 am and well past bar close. 5:15 am: Door opens. Locked. Echoes. Elevator ding. Voices; conversation with another floor neighbor. Way too chipper in tone for so early. Coffee isn’t even awake yet. 5:24 am: Elevator ding. Voices. Another conversation the entire floor can hear but not understand the individual words. Door opens, swings closed. Smoke break complete.