A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

A bump in the night. A boxspring meets the corners of the now-occupied apartment to my east. I glance at my clock. Who moves in at 3:41 a.m.?

I drift for an hour before I am awakened again. A ringtone derived from the opening bars of Jethro Tull's "Jeffrey Goes to Leicester Square" (1969).