She lights the candles, of various shapes and sizes and colors, which encircle, her bedroom, to set afire, to set a spark, in a burning blaze, to the night, which is also, now accompanied, by silvery beams, of moonlight, setting the mood, engulfed, in a scented variety, that permeates the scenes, while being the spice, of life and love, as she climbs, into the bed, to lay down, feeling the sheets, against her, bare body, aligning, with her curves, as she covers herself, under the blankets, as she turns over, onto her side, while her head, rests on the pillow, when just then, she sees, from the corner, of her eye, she sees, the reflection, from the mirror, of the...