On Moonlight

I adore starry nights with bright, full moons. I especially love it when the moonlight falls directly on my pillow. Makes me feel like a heroine in a delicious novel. Something about sleeping in a spotlight causes me to fall asleep with various lines of romantic poetry floating through my head and a serene smile on my face.

"The curfew tolls the knell of parting day...

...And leaves the world to darkness and to me."

"The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,

the moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas..."

"I heard the trailing garments of the Night

Sweep through her marble halls..."

"...For she did not seem as dead,

But fast asleep, and lay as tho' she smiled..."

What did you say? Why yes, I am a ridiculously hopeless romantic. Why do you ask?