Polly, 13I run inside from the freezing cold and the biting, booming wind and immediately change into my pyjamas. I barely look at my bed in the hurry to get in it but I see the black and white duvet inviting me for a cuddle, my pillows asking for a hug. I answer with a quick scurry to hop in. Mum brings me a hot drink and biscuit for while I read my book. The rain is pouring. The thunder is roaring. But the soft silky sheets comfort me. My last sweet gulp of hot chocolate warms and calms my body. I feel my eyelids drooping so I snuggle down into the depths of my bed and escape from the outside world.