Santa's substitute

It was the night before Christmas and Vanessa was sleeping comfortably in her bed, enjoying the warmth and softness of her mattress and her blankets. The heat her body was generating was making the covers nice and toasty.

But that perfect state would last much, Vanessa started feeling thirsty, she tried to ignore it but in the end she had to open her eyes.

"I'll have a hot chocolate", she thought.

She turned on her bedside lamp and got out of bed. She walked through the corridor of her house, the cold wooden floor giving her a bit of a fright.

She walked downstairs only with the light of the screen of her phone, quietly making sure not to make any noise so she didn't wake up her family, she almost fell off the stairs in a moment of poor balance but she didn't.

She entered the kitchen, it was dark and a little bit creepy, so much different from how it looked during daytime, everything was covered in shadows and her head was still a bit groggy.