She just sat there. She just sat there, legs crossed, arms folded into her lap, her gaze cast upward at the ceiling. Her head is tilted back, her long brown hair cascades down her shoulders, catching slightly at the nape of her neck. She can't see anything in the pitch black, but she can hear everything. Everything from the room upstairs, things she wasn't meant to hear. A hushed gasp, a quick pound of metal against slate, a muffled moan. Still staring into the blackness, she sighs, rolls her eyes, and resigns herself to her eavesdropping fate.

She pats her hand blindly upon the black and white comforter, dragging her fingers across the width of her bed, prodding for her phone. Upon hitting it's cold, plastic surface, she uses her dainty thumb to flick it open. No messages. She rolls her eyes again, this time exhaling in exasperation and forcefully throwing her upper body backward and down onto her pillow.

Just as she lowers her eyelids, hopeful for a peaceful trip into the depths of oblivion, a violent pounding commences from above. Her furious eyes snap open and she yells, "For fucks sake, just cum already!!!!" The pounding ceases, she thinks. In actuality, the pounding ceases momentarily, followed by a few audible whispers and begins again at double the intensity.

"Roommates...", she utters.