A house as silent as can be on a silent morning. She could
here footsteps walking up a set of stairs; a door creaks open and shuts,
footsteps again; another door opens SLAM as the door closes. The footsteps make
their way up to her; but don’t come to her door instead another. After a few
minutes those feet make their way back to their domain in the basement; the
house has gone still; no a creature stirs. She wonders what she should know
that everything has gone still; wishing to do some more work in her room, she
silently climbs out of bed with the thought there is some work to be done, as this girl makes her way around
her room to work, a pair of not so silent feet make their way past her door.
The morning is still silent but the morning day is about to began.