I woke up in the middle of the night to a phone call. Unknown number. The moment I woke up I got a call. Unknown number. I’m a person that can’t sleep. I put a stone next to the stone pile during the day. The stone has no eyes. That’s why I’ve always been a person that can’t wake up. The voice on the phone was nagging. Say it, Say it, Say it, What do you mean.

The sound of fighting coming from upstairs. I couldn’t tell where the fighting was. Could be a bathroom, could be a bedroom, could be a living room. When I heard a man laughing like he was crazy, I thought it sounded like it wasn’t fighting. I couldn’t tell what was being looked at while the laughing was happening. While the laughing was happening, I couldn’t tell if a wall clock, an audio speaker or the darkness was being looked at. A woman was screaming and interrogating. No, No, No, That’s not it

I was the person answering the phone. In the morning and at night I was the person answering the phone. Stones flew around me. I couldn’t find the stone pile. The unknown number became a known number that became unknown again. Say it, Say it, Say it, the unknown person was berating. No, No, No, the fighting person responded combatively. I was the person who couldn’t sleep, the person always answering the phone. I fell asleep listening to the sound of fighting.