And each night in bed I thought of her as the moon came through my window. I could have lowered my shade to make it darker and easier to sleep, but I never did. In that moonlit hour, acquired a sense of the otherness of things. I liked the feeling that the moonlit gave me, as if it wasn't the opposite of day, but its private side, when the fabulous purred on my snow-white sheet like some dark cat come in from the desert.
I like this paragraph a lot, for it reveals the feeling exactly when a guy falls for a girl. And the description on the feeling about moonlit makes me think of the famous Japanese writer.
