All We Know
The boy was buried under two duvets, only half asleep. He could hear Mike’s soft snores from the bed next to his, he couldn’t see anything but the dim light of the fireplace projecting under the door.
He frowned sleepily, propping himself up on his elbow and glancing at Mike’s sleeping figure. He could hear the wind blowing outside, the muffled clattering from the kitchens. Maybe the elves were already up cooking breakfast? He couldn’t tell what time it was. It could have been midnight or 4am.