I love my room at night. I love how the yellow street light seeps in through my window panes, bathing it in an eerie serenity, which goes with whichever mood my mind is in. I love the stillness of the world outside my windows, which makes me want to just lay in my bed and gaze at it all night without ever giving way to sleep. I love the faint noises of the night too. The barking of the dogs, the rustling of the wind against the leaves and the other strange melodies of the dark. I love the way all these build a home for my soul, where it can climb into bed at the end of each day and just rest.