Fragment from a Muted Morning

A dark, breezy morning. The sound of passing vehicles has a drifting, sleepy quality. There seems to be a wind in the hallway, I can feel it come in through the crack under my door, an interior breeze.
A door opens somewhere in the house. Someone walks down the landing, opens another door.
A floor board creaks, and out in the street a door slams.
7:59am.