Quiet Night

I feel like no one is at home.

There is a photo of someone I do not know:
Unsmiling, foreground.
Papers stacked haphazardly on a mostly barren bookshelf.
A phonebook.
Cough medicine, brand X. Red.
File folder. Blurry sticker on the back.
Gray computer tower. Maybe humming imperceptibly.
Blank cds on a spindle.
Dark curtains.
Fake wood paneled walls, unadorned.

Someone coughs in the dark.