Note: Again...I only own the non-book stuff...
"Star Light"
It is night now, and I am writing before I go to sleep. I have just been struck by another "light" inspiration. It is my star light. No, they are not really stars. They are fireflies that, somehow, some of my maidservants have convinced to live in various greenery about my room. There, they twinkle in the leaves, and some do fly about the room; but, in the night, they look just like distant stars.
It is another light that makes me feel happy; hopeful too. It, somehow, reminds me of Christmas. I find it to be the perfect light to sleep soundly, and dream sweetly by.
And, on that note, I must bid you a good night, for I am stifling yawns as it is.
