The night was dark when she awoke, unable to tell the time other than it was night, it was late, it was dark. Dark like the dream that woke her up with a cold sweat. Dark like the man who was chasing her, waiting to kill her in cold blood. Dark like a train whistle in the middle of the night, calming her down. Dark like the smell of a bonfire off in the distance. Dark like the cool breeze that came in through her open window on this summer night. It was dark, and she was calm.