A warm cottage, with the fireplace roaring.

A cup of hot cocoa, the aroma filling the air with sweet chocolate.

A wool blanket, covering the arms of someone sitting by the fireplace.

The white rug underneath them, soft and cozy.

The TV was off, and the only sounds that could be heard were outside.

...

The roaring snow storm, scraping against the house.

The cold snow, covering the earth like a soft blanket.

The wind, unforgiving as the trees shook in the moonlight.

Yet, she was safe, inside the warm cottage. With the warm fireplace, the now empty pot of hot cocoa, and the blanket rising with her soft breaths of sleepiness.

The girl layed down, letting the warmth of the fire cover her. Letting it settle in her skin, before she let herself drift off.

She was asleep, yet the storm outside was awake.