I am the type of person who believe that the sweetest thing to do on earth is to sleep. But then, I had this one roommate who talk while sleeping. At first, it seemed okay, as I could tolerate the noise amidst the night. And it only comes twice or thrice a week, or when she’s been exhausted during the day. But then there was this one time when she screamed, and I have decided for myself that I could not take it anymore. Those midnight mumblings kept me uneasy and restless, and I thought I deserve my own chuck of peace and quiet.
Later that morning, I moved out and looked for another vacant room.
