Who needs an alarm clock?

We know we were dreaming, and then we thought our alarm went off, and then we heard moaning. And then we heard a grunt, and then more moaning.

Like, hot chick porn star moaning.

Faintly, it came from either directly below our apartment or in the downstairs apartment next across the hall. She was definitely moaning. He was definitely grunting. It happened several times, in unison. Toward the end, there was definitely some speed involved.

And then a sigh.

It was 5:09 in the morning.

Nice.