You were 21 and living in Los Angeles. You moved into a house there when you were around 19. You lived right in the heart of the city.

You had this neighbor who lived next to you, but still a bit of distance away. Not too close, not too far. You could see his bedroom from your own, and would talk to him every day through your windows, which you two always kept open when you could in case you needed something so you could hear each other easier.

You would say good morning, good night, debrief each other on your days, etc. It was like a little routine you two had.

But you’ve never actually talked to him outside of your room before. You two kinda agreed you liked it that way. It made the whole routine much more special.

One morning you hear him calling out,

“Hey! Sleepyhead! Wake up, it’s 10 am already!”