The vanilla scented candle... sweet scent lingered between her nostrils and upper lip creating a calm aura to the dark night. Her lips pouted and glimmering before the candlelight, index finger in triple motion of rotation evenly layering the pair, softened by petroleum jelly.
Life's realistic thoughts streaming down to thee conversion of fairy-tales, and subconscious visuals to create story-lines for wished dreams. Her eyes slowly shrinking as the last visual is of the stretched short flame, a glowing line extending diagonally.
Breathing reaches a consistent low and night sinks deep. Peace is of Luna who stays awake accompanied by twinkles. Her warm knees slightly bent, back slightly arched and the reflection of innocence on the face of an empress. Goddess of Light asleep and sound. A very goodnight.