I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. It took a minute or so for my vision to adjust to the dark room. As it did, I slowly turned my head and sighed at what I found. Clara’s eyes were also open. She was watching me. She looked tired and concerned. “I can’t sleep,” she whispered. I ran a hand over my face. “Uh huh…” I mumbled. And who could blame her? We had been warned several times the previous day that the neighbors would snore tonight. But what was happening on the other side of the wall to my left sounded less like snoring and more like a group of kids racing motorcycles in circles on a dirt track. Then, behind…