A soft breeze seething its way into the room from the uneven cracks underneath the door meant that the desolate room of openness had become filled with the sigh of the wind. It was as if it was crying, almost howling for its voice to be heard. The young girl slowly ebbed towards the corner of the room. Something had caught her eye – perhaps a sense of relief from the horrible imaginings that had been taking place the night before. She shook the disturbing thought from her head, turned to the mirror and gazed into the blankness.
I peaked over her blanket, but could not see her face, as the way she slept hid it from me and only relieve the back of her neck. I quietly wept, for the very reason that I had Charley keep Ada away from me is so she would not become ill. I sat there, in her room, on the floor for what seemed like hours, my mind finally drifted and I fell into a somewhat light sleep. I was finally awaken by the shaking of bed post. I looked out side, the rain had stopped and it must have been only one or two hours past midday.
She is living in a sixties style bungalow which was far too big for her as she only uses about two of the rooms; one for sleeping in and one for eating and watching television. I thought I’d walk to my grandma’s house, as she would be lonely and scared. As I stepped out my front door, locking it behind me I thought, “I must be careful where I stand as the ice is thick and deep.” I walked cautiously out of the street making sure I was steady on my feet and wasn’t going to fall. I was wrapped head to toe with clothing-my eyes were the only part of me showing. I felt like the abominable snowman, as I was the only soul on the streets.
"Her time was running out but she continued to sit by the window, leaning her head against the curtain, inhaling the odour of dusty cretonne...She knew the air" (330). These words come halfway in the story. They are almost a replica of the opening scene. Eveline is late for her departure with Frank, but still she sits at her window and sniffs dust! The window is a symbol for the unknown.
Sleep well my fallen angel.” My heart dropped as she walked away, it was obvious she had been trying hard not to cry and now I was doing the same. I relaxed a little more and brought my head from under the duvet, luckily tonight my parents fighting hadn’t gotten to the point of physical violence. I waited until both my parents had gone to bed and finally let myself drop into a broken and tormented sleep. A little freedom until tomorrow.
Do you remember? It haunts me, sometimes. In my dreams, especially, when I'm laying in my cot and the stars are out and it's so cold I can feel it through my greatcoat. There are the other gents around me, snoring up a storm, calling out the names of their lovers (guilty), or maybe waking up and turning back around and all you hear from them is silent sobs. They think nobody hears anything, but everyone does.
“Every night.” Taking several slow and deep breaths Camilla tried to return herself to some semblance of normal so she could at least try to get back to sleep. Across the small village Monroe paced his small bedroom, the well-worn pyjama bottoms were slung low on his hips and his bare feet made dull thuds every time he placed them on the hard wood floor. Monroe could not stop thinking about Camilla, there was so much that she didn’t know. Rolling his broad shoulders Monroe shook his head and collapsed against his bed. Placing his hands behind his head, Monroe stared at the ceiling and knew that sleep was not going to come for a while, if at all.
Paul later finds the silence comforting when he is in the stable. It is described as a "deep hollow calm within, a vast darkness engulfed beneath the tides of moaning wind" (78). The silence protects him and brings him relief from the dangerous world outside. Unfortunately, the walls seem to weaken against the powerful wind, and "instead of release or escape from the assaulting wind, the walls [are] but a feeble stand against it" (78). Paul begins to understand what Ellen is feeling, and the wind screams like Ellen's cries.
Peace of silence on my wondering mind. Serenity on my broken heart. Sleep consuming my soul, where am I and what is this. In darkness I see the frosty cool condensation of breath leave my body. What is this?
And so they sag with time. James rolls on, rarely turning, passing through towns, only waking to stop on red and go on green. Next to him, Dotty sleeps. She might be dead, he thinks, and he might be right. What little light left in her eyes muffled by lids, she shrinks against the door.