The silence from the street created a buzzing in his ears. He was more accustomed to the noise of city traffic. Its predawn silence was almost eery.
He looked at the clock and cursed. 4:15, and not a wink of sleep all night. He'd have to be at work in less than 4 hours.
Rolling out of bed, he cursed again. Why did it have to be so cold at 4:15? Why must life torture him in this way?
He pulled on his housecoat and staggered into the living room. His computer snoozed in the corner. He was jealous. Of an inanimate object - jealous.