“There’s a special place in hell for people like you!” she shouted into her pillow. She’d only been sleeping for an hour after getting home from her 5. am shift.
Her neighbour knew she worked night shifts. He didn't care. He was the president of the homeowners' association and thus lord of the 'village'.
She took a deep breath and plotted his accidental demise. Grass-cutters could be dangerous to one's health.
Thereafter, she slept like a baby.