It woke me up, through the floor, I can't make out any words. There's a pause, and then there it is again. My apartment is on the second floor. It's autumn outside and the window has been left open. The room is cold. The sun hasn't come up yet, and the streets outside my windows are empty. I get up and get my coat. The stairwell is unlit, except for the red indicator light of the switch. My footsteps are loud as I walk down. I stop infront of my neighbours apartment. The building is completely silent. I look for the key, and unlock the door.
My neighbour is slumped over in a chair in the middle of the room. I can't see his face. His arms hang to his sides. I stand in the doorway and watch him. Nothing is moving, and there's no sound. I step over the pile of mail and close the door behind me, some dust stirs into motion.
"Please be silent." I say. "Please rest".
I stand there for some time. There's no response and no movement. I walk into the room. It's dark, the blinds are mostly down. The floor sticks to my shoes. In the kitchen there are months' old newspapers. The refrigerator is open. There's old food in there but it doesn't smell anymore. I don't touch anything.
The front lights of a passing car makes his shadow flow across the walls. I walk to the door again, and look back. He's slumped over in the chair. I can't see his face, he's silent.
"Please rest", I say again.
I close the door, turn the key and walk back up the stairwell.
Submitted December 14, 2014 at 04:32PM by dmhrm http://ift.tt/1zl1mq3 nosleep
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