There's a kind of hush

There's a kind of hush that comes over the house at this time of night, when everyone is tucked up in their own beds, and the cat's at the foot of mine, curled up, tail tucked, snuggly.
I love this time of night, especially now that I have a bedroom to myself, and purple linen, and can read and write and do as  I please till the wee small hours without interrupting anyone.
And, there is no snoring, and much less farting.
Small pleasures.