Peek-a-boo

I want something. 

Moonlight. 

That's what I want. 

I want soft moon rays to stream through the window and settle on my duvet cover. I want the moonlight's company in the deep quiet of my city nights.

I'm in love with the idea of a skylight above my bed, or a paneled window running the full width (and height because, why not?) of the wall against which my bed lies, but since neither is a possibility, a little moonlight seems like a reasonable compromise.

I'm pretty sure I feel this way because I've been wasting a lot of time lying awake at night when I should be sleeping. I would so like to drift into a deep, heavy slumber, but it eludes me many a night. 

At first I was frustrated at my powerlessness, but that has passed. Now I'm waiting quietly for this spell to pass. My cycle is taking a long time to reset, but once it finally does, I'll be able to rest my body and mind the way I should.