"Tick-tock, seven o' clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o'clock!"
There will come soft rains is a short story written by Ray Bradbury that starts off with a the last standing smart house after an apocalypse.
"Here the silhouette in paint of a man mowing a lawn. Here, as in a photograph, a woman bent to pick flowers. Still, farther over, their images burned on wood in one titanic instant, a small boy, hands flung into the air; higher up, the image of a thrown ball, and opposite him a girl, hand raised to catch the ball which never came down" (Rad Bradbury, 724).
"Twelve noon. A dog whined, shivering, on the front porch. The front door recognized the dog voice and opened. The dog, once huge and fleshy, but now gone to bone and covered with sores, moved in and through the house, tracking mud" (Ray Bradbury, 725).