My first night sleeping in the apartment with the two giant jocks, I woke up several times to Neil's loud snoring coming from the bed above my room. Eventually I started to tune it out, like the sound of passing trains in the night becoming part of the background noise despite how loud they are. I slept in late, probably because of how long it took me to properly fall asleep, and woke up hungry.
I wandered out of my room into the combined kitchen/dining room, where I found Neil, freshly showered, barefoot, and wearing only boxers, making coffee. I stood in the doorway and watched as he started the coffee maker and popped a bagel into the toaster, every motion of his muscular body exhibiting his athleticism. Only when he had sat down at the table did I approach him, to avoid being accidentally kicked or a stepped on. He caught sight of me as I began moving across the kitchen floor.
I wandered out of my room into the combined kitchen/dining room, where I found Neil, freshly showered, barefoot, and wearing only boxers, making coffee. I stood in the doorway and watched as he started the coffee maker and popped a bagel into the toaster, every motion of his muscular body exhibiting his athleticism. Only when he had sat down at the table did I approach him, to avoid being accidentally kicked or a stepped on. He caught sight of me as I began moving across the kitchen floor.