Oh the things you hear and see on the street at 2 A.M,

Stepped outside of my building for some air, and what do I hear? Well the first was the conversation of a young woman and her male companion. "I never really realized how much I loved my bed until the boy I loved was sleeping in t with me." She told her friend as they passed. "It is just so comfortable with him there, although it creaks a lot." " I doubt he minds." At this point rather appropriately my attention is drawn away from their interesting conversation by the sound of a rather loud expression of a female in the throws of passion. I look up and notice a open window accross the street and notice a naked woman bouncing up and down, her arms reaching down as though they are being used to steady her balance. Her head tilts back as her back arches and her moans become louder whole the pace of her bouncing motion increases. Just another night in the city of love it think as I turn and walk back inside. The symmetry of these two events amuses me as I notice the sounds of the woman across the street are blocked by the closing of the front door of my building. I wonder if the moaning woman finds her bed as comfortable as the woman I first heard opining on the topic did. She sounded like she was enjoying the bed. Then I thought, my neighbor upstairs who moves her bed alot at night, rather quickly I might add, will probably get jealous of the woman across the street if she heard her. City living can't be beat, it is like a giant dorm, and it's only wednesday, rrr thursday I guess.