I counted in the middle of the night and there were seventeen. I woke up a little more, and in the silence of the early, late morning of the night, I heard some of them whispering to each other.
"Skedaddle, boys, he's awake."
Then some of the lights crawled along the walls off to a corner and disappeared, and I was left with just my own bedside gadgets. I think the other lights just like to visit, you know?