I am excited for the night to fall, because it never ends. It lasts as long as I need to, and when I am ready to sleep i do so, secure in the knowledge that I will arise in 8 hours precisely at sunrise, whether I've gone to bed 4 hours after sunset or after 18 hours of stygian stirrings.
That the sun frequently rises at some point during my eternal night is surely a concern. Could we be losing to the daywalkers? Absurd, obscene to even contemplate. The night rules forever. Move some reasonable distance from our star, and what do you find? The infinite dark, punctured by only by the occasional heresy of fusion. Fusion! Appalling.
Nighttime is my own pocket universe of wonders both real and imagined. It stretches or compresses at whim. I control the horizontal and the vertical and the kind of diagonal. It ends when I am ready and no sooner.
"Night falls." Propaganda! Night rises, full in power and promise. Night eats the sun and drinks the sky and it all goes with it when it dies.* The night rules perpetual. The Night time, is the Right time.
I Sing the Night Eternal.
*I am trying to remember the source for this reference but have suddenly developed changnesia.
