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Day sleeping is a delicate thing- especially in the city.

Work is being done on the house outside my window. I hear saws and cellphones, hammering and cursing. There's a dog tied up in the neighbor's court below my window. It'd be generous to say he has a foot of slack. He cries and moans. It's awful to hear.

The traffic just five blocks away is dense. I-95 runs parallel to Columbis Blvd. for a few miles and produces a hum that I swear I can hear as I lay in my room on 4th Street. It's there the moment my eyes open from my day sleep.