That night
Everything worked as one
The stars hung from the sky like spiders
She hated spiders, but at this moment it didn't matter
That night
The skyline unreal
It seemed like it had been painted with one stroke
The brush was uneven, but that didn't matter
That Night
The snow fell softly
Floating in the air like thousands of cotton balls
It never reached the ground, but that didn't matter
That night
The air was cold
Caressing her skin, it created a sense of urgency
This normally would hinder her slumber, but that didn't matter
That Night
Was a good night for sleeping