It's late, the kind of late when there is nothing going on in the world outside. There are no cars out and everyone is at home, lost in their dreams.
She isn't though. Her mind is wide awake and it refuses to stop daydreaming. Despite how tired she is and how much she wants to sleep, she can't.
Instead, she tosses and turns and listens to the rain that's hitting her window. Instead, she thinks and daydreams. Instead, she stays in her cocoon of warmth while the rest of the world gets cold