...they're doing it.
I keep hearing sex, like from an indistinct humming in the air. It's from the fan again, but now it has a murmuring pleading tone. Jeez, no thanks, please.
When I close my eyes, it's a film reel of positions and organs.
I'm hearing voices, and it's all right, because I know I'm hearing them, and tonight I'll go to sleep.
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