Comforts

I have a next-door neighbor I have never met. I have a feeling it is a woman.
She recently began waking up every morning at 7:30 a.m. I can hear her shuffling around during her morning routine. I imagine her sleeping close to the wall that separates us.
She listens to the morning news on the television. The muffled sound of her closet door opening and closing and Japanese broadcasters wake me up every morning. They are the same sounds I heard coming from my parents bedroom every morning growing up.
It is the most comforting thing to wake up to.