Dangly Things

The upstairs tenants did it every night. He paid his rent and it wasn’t right that he had to endure this abuse. It always started the same way. First there was the light, which they flicked on and off. Next, there was the stomping and the yelling. Finally, and he'd swear they had to be leaping and jumping across the room, because his ceiling was shaking and thundering with their take-offs and landings. But tonight he was tired of it; he needed his sleep. He crawled closer to the edge of the bed and waited for a foot to dangle.