Winter Rose in Darkness

In the Darkest Part of the Night, There's Comfort in Wandering.
Kaitlyn's favorite fleece blanket, as soft as the softest kitten belly fluff, settled around her shoulders as she slipped from her bedroom. The house sat dark, quiet, resting before tomorrow's adventures.

Old houses weren't silent even at three in the morning. She hadn't intended to get up and wander at three, but it kept happening.

The peace of it was reassuring after dreams of work and fretting about life. So why not?