It Is Not Worth Wreaking Me Up.

There were times where i would wake up around three o'clock witching hour. And it would be silent, but i would feel like there had just been a noise. When things really got uncomfortable was when it got cold out. It was too cold to slep with my window open. There were also noises that were not voices. It wasn't moaning or screaming. It was just expressing without any words. Was like a slide to the pitch, like mouth and throat,. Like open is then in like many different octaves, kind of like a was very odd.