On the other end
Across the street, she could see her neighbour, who diligantly seem to either read, work on his notebook at his desk or put out and take in the laundry, depending on the weather changes. The apartment on the other side lay also on the 4th floor and she could look into what appeared to be his living room.
As every morning around 10 or 11 she would wake up and switch on the television to MTV. She loved waking up to the rhythm of the latest hitmusic and watch the glamour of the stars falling into their large room, in which she had made her bed but which also served as their living room during the day.
Started reading: Robert Musil, Der Mann ohne Eigenschaften (1930-1952)