When my jeans are rolled up like that on the floor it seems like my cat was sleeping there, but of course it’s not. Whenever I hear someone running in the apartment downstairs I think it’s my little brother playing around, but of course it’s not him. When I hear the sweeper around the block I feel like my mother is doing laundry at night again, but of course that’s not it. And when the guy next door gets into shower I think just for a second my grandma is again doing the dishes even though I told her I’ll do it in the morning, but of course that wasn’t what happened. Whenever I hear the girl upstairs is walking on heels, I think my dad is heading to my room to say goodnight… but of course that’s not true… Of course.