the hallway

You can hear, what goes on, in the hallway. We're missing some kind of weatherproofing that would dampen the sound outside of the door. It's clear as day out there. A testimonial of the lives we lead. People can hear us fighting, singing, yelling, dancing, fucking. We do a lot of the ones that don't involve music.

I wonder, if my life had gone a different way, if we weren't us, if he wasn't him, what would you hear outside that door. Would you hear more dancing, more singing, more fucking?

But then I remember he is part of the we that got us here. We would never live here if we weren't us. And I love it here.