During the day there is noise from the tv, noise from Renter Person's tv, and Brandy's collar jingling along with outside sounds and all sorts of other things. Around midnight a certain stillness comes over the house.
Electronics are turned off. People and pets are sleeping while some are snoring.
I sit in bed with a mug of hot chocolate, usually candy cane hot chocolate from the nearest Bulk Barn, and I read.
Sometimes I just listen.
When it's really really cold like it was last night.....the wind chill was -45 degrees Celsius.....you can hear the crunch of the snow under the tires of an approaching vehicle so clearly you could swear they're coming right into the room. The furnace pulses on and off. The house gently creaks. In the distance of the kitchen, the fridge hums. It's a midnight symphony.
There are no worries after midnight. The days stresses melt away like a marshmallow in the hot cocoa. I sink into the story of the book I'm reading. It isn't Claire and Jamie anymore, but Barnaby and Hooker. It might be an adventure or romance or mystery and tomorrow it might be a different book entirely.
Brandy stirs on the bed and looks up to see if I'm still there.
I check the clock and yawn. Time to sleep. I set the book on the nightstand and turn off the light.
I sink into the blankets and fall asleep to the still of the night.