Putting the "mort" in mortified

I just had to go introduce myself to my new neighbors, in the sense of "Hi you don't know me but I live next door and the walls here are thin so did you know that when I sit on my bed I can hear EVERY SINGLE WORLD you are saying?" (And by "you" I meant "you and your girlfriend".)

I feel like such a jerk, or at least one of those scary librarians who keep shushing you violently for being too loud, but the other options (in addition to possible cases of sleep deprivation because my god are morning people an endangered species here)are to try to muffle out the sounds with my pillow (I tried, but asphyxiation is really not the way I want to go) unsuccessfully (denser pillows? Because I can't sleep with ear plugs in my ear), or feel horribly guilty that I'm overhearing things clearly not meant to be overheard, or possibly die from embarrassment because yeah, clearly not meant to be overheard.

Guilt over overhearing things and embarrassment trumped (clearly) guilt over being a killjoy / scary librarian girl.

I'd try to become a heavier sleeper except I don't want to, even if I could. Being a light sleeper is safer.

But at least it's quiet now.

Yeah, some times I really am awful.