I would smile and wave back and think of how I heard the mother barrel scream at her toddler “STOP FUCKING CRYING!” through the floors at 8 AM while I was making breakfast in my kitchen a half hour earlier. And the day before. And the day before. And I hate cops.
I’ve seen the thing that chases you up the stairs at night…
I’m running out of time, so I need to write this fast. I’m sorry if it comes out messy. I’m sure you’ve felt it before. You’re the last one awake.