The Draw-away

My bedroom door that is not flush, that will not close fully but adheres to the jamb, makes a palatal K sound, nudged from its fastness. A nocturnal draught, or is it him, on his final rounds? Oh I have been difficult, made trouble, knocked on the wall when my neighbour was playing The Lighthouse Family too late, when it was getting him through, as he looked at old photos. The air is chilled, as if the father he lost is chastising me now.