Prescribed delusion

Today, he had felt like a nocturnal assassin striving for omniscience, delight and to be able to fill the world with more gloom. All of the snow outside his window made nothing better at all, as it just added more light to the world, and he really did wish it could disappear and take the cold weather with it. Darkness was all he wanted this very day.

Streaks of photons refracted after touching the window, making the light hit his eyes from slightly different angles. The effect is a slightly blurred, yet nice vision of the surrounding environment. Alone on the cloudpeak outpost; the little cabin stuck on the top of a mountain in a parallax between layers of clouds. Small, transparent raindrops caresses the window, creating a dampened echo hitting his ears as he remain on the bed with his eyes closed, face-down. For once, he didn't want to fall asleep. It was the perfect dream, knowing he could see nothing but the dim atmosphere around him, except when it was illuminated by the bight, instant charges of lightning.

He refused to fall asleep, but it was already too late. His magnificent reverie was overtaken by reality.

I like that setting, very soothing to the soul.

Is it a place near you that reminded you of the perfect Utopia one night?