Today the floor of our apartment seems creakier than usual. Before I could prowl around like a silent predator without making a peep, and now I can't even tiptoe without advertising my position. It's almost as if someone snuck into the apartment and is playing mind games with me (like in the movie Amelie when she goes into the grocer's apartment and changes the doorknobs, lightbulbs, slippers, toothpaste, and so on until the grocer goes slowly insane).
Either my mind is playing tricks on me or very soon I'm going to be paying a visit to our downstairs neighbors via a hole in our floor...
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