Knock Knock

Flash Fiction.

When I was feeling lonely I’d knock on the thin wall two times.

Well, not every time I was feeling lonely.

That’d be too much.

You’ve gotta keep yourself from knocking at some point.

Show some restraint.

I mean this both literally and metaphorically.

I guess it was mostly nights when I decided I didn’t want to be lonely if there was a convenient option to not be, if only for a few hours.