Nightmare

Well, not really. How can one have a nightmare if he can’t sleep? My beloved M is peacefully snoozing beside me, despite the blare of bad songing coming from the neighboring apartment. I write “songing” because what they’re doing over there qualifies as anything but singing.
It’s times like this that I wish it weren’t illlegal or unlawful to murder someone.
Death, and a very gruesome one, to whoever invented the karaoke!

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