how inconsiderate

You wake up, sprawling out of bed like an animal. The shower springs on and the chaos has just begun. You blast your music, as the house still sleeps.

Your presence returns. I know, because you stumbled over your own so-called “organised chaos”?!

I close my eyes. Trying to still hit my full 8 hours, but you begin to rattle through your make up. Why you gotta be so rough?

Finally, you leave. Peace at last – for like, 2 minutes. But it’s too late, now it’s my turn to leave.

Now we’re back home, and I’m trying to sleep – but you’ve got to shout down your phone from dusk till dawn.

I tell you nicely, “I have work tomorrow, please let me sleep”. No response is a response.

Now, I shall be awake till late and repeat the cycle. Goodbye to sleep and sanity.

How inconsiderate.