Slept in the new host home last night. Their rooms are on the back side of the apartment facing the courtyard. Mine is on the street side.
It’s been a long time since I slept in a city. It’s totally different than Ozurgeti, of course. There I am jarred awake by roosters, dogs in the middle of the night, or the occasional scamper of a rat in the crawl space. Here, its car speakers, squealing tires, or the loud laughing of pedestrians walking past.
But eventually even the city sleeps.
Friday evening, we’ve been drinking
2 AM, I swear I might propose
but we close the tab
split a cab
and call each other up when we get home
falling asleep to the sound
City Love, John Mayer