I had been awake for quite a while, staring into the blackness in a place outside of time, when I heard my brother whisper, “You awake?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “What time is it?”
“Don’ know. It’s still dark, though.”
We slowly got up and pressed up against the door. A small sound was heard just outside the door, in the hall. Silently and efficiently we threw on some clothes. We didn’t bother to turn on a light, so it was dark in the bedroom. But that didn’t matter, anything and everything was fine for this special day.
The wind whistled through the window radiating a bone chilling cold into the room. Caelan Campbell didn’t care and pushed the curtains aside to try to get a look down to the cove. He could make out very little through the frosted window beyond the slashes of snow, but he could see a darker area that he guessed must be open water. If Father’s ship came in, would they be able to keep the lanterns lit? Perhaps he’d see the pale sails as the schooner came in, though he doubted they’d have the sails up under the lashing wind.
With a shiver Caelan lay back down by the grate. Warm air came up from the living room, its cozy fire keeping the Nor’ Easter out of the house. Not only did the warm air flow up to his dark bedroom, but Mom’s and Maggie’s voices made their way through that hole in the floor.