Too Close

They’re at it again !  
 
Every night since relocating, the woman next door has been screaming and making deep guttural sounds at approx 2:30am as if her husband is fisting her deeply, and every morning I try not to make eye contact with them in our shared driveway.    
   
Not long after moving into the property, he approached me and extended his hand to introduce himself whilst saying good morning, and I’m instantly captivated by his deep oceanic cobalt hued blue eyes, and I can’t help but blush as he initiates a dialogue about whether or not I heard the garbage man coming at 3am this morning.    
   
I couldn’t help myself but I giggled like an idiot before straightening my face, and saying no.    
   
He said that that was lucky as he was awoken and couldn’t get back to sleep, and I couldn’t help but think of the lucky lady next door and their ongoing ritualistic acts of love as I opt to keep myself to myself these days.    
   
I really should find the time to hang those pictures on my blank walls, and keep my earbuds plugged in to drown out the noise of such passion but I’m hypersensitive at 3am when I’ve had a restless night whilst having a wild love affair with insomnia.