Waiting for Daisy

[Rachel]

Somehow I feel I cannot go to sleep until I have seen the storm arrive. It's 00.30, must be soon now. Tiny snowflakes are whirring around the street lamp outside my window. The large sycamore is almost motionless in its light. It feels like everything is in limbo, paralyzed in anticipation, waiting to exhale.
Except me, I'm rambling around my apartment, restless. Perhaps it is the massive low pressure system that is pulling my nerves sideways or perhaps it is just another of my insomniac nights, who knows.