The Walls are Talking

For the past few months, the walls have been talking. What they are saying, I'm not too sure but it began with a slight groan from the pipes above the washroom. Perhaps the house has become exhausted from heating all our water. Maybe the house doesn't like that we've begun to neglect our cleaning duties and chores. I think the house began it's objections when we first started piling our clean laundry on the floor, leaving them unfolded until we ran out of other clothes. Week after week, and pile after pile we would do this, due to a sheer sense of laziness. I mean, what harm would a clean pile of laundry do, other than create an unsightly mess?

But then over time, the house has been making further objections. The noise from the pipes were the loudest last night. And this morning, it was our alarm clock, yelling at us to get out of bed, and never-mind that you can still sleep for another 10 minutes. I think the house was objecting to not only our pile of laundry, but to our unwashed dishes, and the strewn-about blankets on the floor which were kicked to the floor last night due to an unusually warm evening.

Tonight I may have to clean-house just to quiet the walls. Or better yet, just turn off it's voice with a hefty sledge-hammer. Darn house... can't you be quiet just for once?