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The room shuddered. Not with movement and sound. But with the light. Bulbs, fluttering with uncertainty. In the corner, left back, speakers tried to liberate sound. Gifts from when I first moved in, tiny folds of foam pulsing with fuzzing bass, begging to be upgraded. Next, I promised them, they would be.

In the hallway a chair scrapped. I’d put that there to hide the mess. Maybe someone spotted it. I would have to move it again later, when they’d finished with their version of the problem.

I sat.
I watched the light swing and splutter outside. It had been doing it for nights now. I called the landlady. Apparently people had complained before. So I sat and waited for it to be fixed.

I walk to the door. Looking through the peep hole I can see him. Standing. He is just like I remember. I wonder if he feels the same too. I would invite him in, i could swing the door open a little and ask. But he wouldn't hear. So i watch him turn to leave, swollen boards, cracked glass, unsteady light moving with him.

Behind me a window rattles. I left it ajar, for him to seep in. If he wanted. So, tonight, maybe he does.

And that chair, just out of vision… I’ve have to sort that later. I think i can see someone standing nose to nose with me behind this door. I think. the warped vision of that tiny view wouldn't let me know.

I nudge the door close and turn to the window.

The window of room 78.

Description
The room shuddered. Not with movement and sound. But with the light. Bulbs, fluttering with uncertainty. In the corner, left back, speakers tried to liberate sound. Gifts from when I first moved in, tiny folds of foam pulsing with fuzzing bass, begging to be upgraded. Next, I promised them, they would be.

In the hallway a chair scrapped. I’d put that there to hide the mess. Maybe someone spotted it. I would have to move it again later, when they’d finished with their version of the problem.

I sat.
I watched the light swing and splutter outside. It had been doing it for nights now. I called the landlady. Apparently people had complained before. So I sat and waited for it to be fixed.

I walk to the door. Looking through the peep hole I can see him. Standing. He is just like I remember. I wonder if he feels the same too. I would invite him in, i could swing the door open a little and ask. But he wouldn't hear. So i watch him turn to leave, swollen boards, cracked glass, unsteady light moving with him.

Behind me a window rattles. I left it ajar, for him to seep in. If he wanted. So, tonight, maybe he does.

And that chair, just out of vision… I’ve have to sort that later. I think i can see someone standing nose to nose with me behind this door. I think. the warped vision of that tiny view wouldn't let me know.

I nudge the door close and turn to the window.

The window of room 78.