Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Three knocks came from the door, the sound echoing throughout the room.
However, the occupant inside the room failed to hear the knocks, mouth open and snores escaping through her mouth, with a trail of drool on the corner of her lips.
The sky was just beginning to lighten, the first whispers of dawn breaking across the horizon, soft streaks of pink and orange streaked across the sky, the night retreating and giving way to the light of day.
The shadows were shrinking, the darkness retreating as the sun peered over the horizon, casting a gentle glow over the land.
The town was slowly beginning to wake, the first signs of life stirring from the night and since the sky is lightening up, people have woken up from their slumber.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
The sound of knuckles rapping against a door broke the early morning silence, but there was no answer.
