There is a loud, slow, steady ticking sound coming from the watch, that lays beside the bed, which slowly fades as you walk away, replaced by the one or two creaking floorboards. The consuming white noise of the air conditioner, creates a safe, alone shell. The sounds of the outside world leak in, reminding you that outside the door and windows, there is something else. The rushing traffic, and honking of horns, that grows and fades like some unwanted infestation pierces through, destroying the illusion. The amazing serenity grows again, morphing as the sounds from upstairs float through the roof, and it changes the mood into theirs, anger, joyfulness and nothingness, all directed by the unknown people from upstairs. A slight flick from the light-switch, a tap from the air conditioner, and another flick from the balcony lights.