She was lying in her bed in the peace of that silence cold night.

 Just lying…I could say that she was crying but that would be just because cold and silence is somehow linked to sadness and it would be already expected. Well she was not crying…  

She was not laughing, she was not thinking, she was not felling, she was just there.

Well… she would be if such thing was possible, at least for her it was not possible.

She couldn’t just stop thinking; for all that she knows nobody could. She tried, so many times, you know…not to think, but when she was lying in the silence trying not to think she would just start thinking about not to think.

 Moving on, there was a girl lying in her bed in the peace of that silence cold night, just thinking.