1051. What my seventy-unit apartment building sounds like

There are 19 children, shouting their games.
Two dogs are barking at one another, either in hate or in heat — I can’t tell.
There’s a car, honk, honk honk…honking a syncopated rhythm through the neighbourhood.
I’m wearing headphones, trying to ignore it all so I can continue my work on the tiny Walgreens I’m building in this bottle.