In the dark of the night, at the top of a hill, stood a house alone. All its lights switched on. Well all, except one.
You could pass it by,or maybe you won't.... If the dark of that room, can show you your own. Through the first window, of which it had four, was the room of a daughter looking through her phone.
She typed mindlessly, chatting till the dawn and let the sand man in once the sun had shone. Through the second window, of which it had four, sat the two parents making 'one more' calls.
They worked over time, tied to rumple deals. Counting up their hours and stacking up the bills. Vaguely aware what their deal had done, destined to rue it once Stillskin had come.
Through the third window, of which it had four, fought the little twins on remote control. No Nanny Mac'Phee's beheld this sour site, so they just went on deep into the night.
Through the fourth window, the last of the four, its quite and dark, there's no one at all. Even though, this room is where the living should be, except for the mice it's always empty.