She could feel the night slipping away.
Daylight was creeping in on the edges now.
Wrapping her hands tightly in the blanket of darkness she rolled over.
Wrapping the night around her like a cloak; not wanting to let go.
But no matter how tightly she held it still slid away from her.
Inch by inch.
The blanket unraveled.
Leaving her with twists of darkness woven around her fingers.
She tucked the threads in her pocket keeping them safe.
In the afternoon the unrelenting brightness became too much.
She sat down under a tree and reached in to her pocket.
She pulled the loose threads out and placed them on the ground.
Not night, but shade, and that would do...