The whistling sounds.

The Rising Fall.

The whistling sounds emanating against the window resounded through the corridors. Even though she walked with padded footsteps, the loose floorboard under her feet croaked suddenly and, her breath hitched for a moment. After looking around to see if anyone was awoken by the noise, she again sauntered towards the main chamber to check on Mr. Charles. Erna released a sigh of relief as she glanced at the man entering his older adulthood, sleeping peacefully. Unlike most of the time, on that night his visage was calm and serene. His aged frame was not shivering of fear but due to the cold gusts of winds penetrating through the gaps in between the ventilating windows. Erna tiptoed to the window frame and shut the panes with a thud.  A whimper passed between the lips of her husband and, she turned around abruptly, only to find him still sleeping peacefully. She trudged towards his figure with a small smile and engulfed his frame in a duvet before reclining on her side of the bed. Eyes drooping of exhaustion, she caught one last glance of the sleeping man as she enveloped herself in her own sheets and entered the realm of her dreams.