Short story under 300 words: Paradoxical Neighbor

I was amidst a sweet dream when a clamor startled me. Bam! Bam! It seemed like a mallet beating on an intense nail. Bam! Bam! BAM!

Who could be pounding at three toward the beginning of the day? It must be Charlie once more, making another development.

Similarly as I was putting on my shoes and shower robe, the clamor changed. I sat at the edge of my quaint little inn. Tick! Tick! Tick! It helped me to remember my first wristwatch. Its general beat had dependably helped me nod off.

I began snoozing off, hazardously inclining to one side, when the ticking ceased. It was currently supplanted by a buzz, like the clamor originating from a bee sanctuary in midsummer, just louder. I shuddered. I'm susceptible to honey bees! Indeed, even simply considering it or hearing a honey bee like sound influences me to swell.

"That is it!" I yelled, now wide conscious. "I can't take it any longer!" I walked to the following loft and thumped.

My neighbor promptly opened the entryway. His wavy dark colored hair was staying up all over. He wore puffy lilac striped jeans and a free raspberry shirt.

"Greetings, there, Lucy!" he tolled. "What's up?"

I pointed at my quiet watch. "Do you comprehend what time it is?"

He snatched my arm and looked at my timepiece. "Gracious, my! I didn't understand it was that late. I'm caught up with taking a shot at a machine that can cure sleep deprivation. It's relatively wrapped up. You wanna see it?"

I ought to have known. His last innovation should destroy awful stenches, just it was controlled by spoiled eggs.