The ceiling fan is screaming but only when the blades align with the geometry of my teeth. I had to peel the wallpaper back in the hallway because the drywall was sweating too loudly and it was waking up the soup I kept under my bed. If you don’t feed the carpet lint every Tuesday at 3:14 AM it starts to dream about your ankles, and honestly, I am tired of apologizing to the floorboards for the flavor of my marrow. They know what they did.
