Limpid dreams

Have you ever said sweet dreams
on a cool, cloudless night,
switched off the lights,
thrown wide open the windows
and crawled into your cosy bed,
wrapping a sheet snugly around you,
then turned to gaze focus-edly at the curtains billowing in the breeze,
and, as you admired the crystal-clear skies,
the un-blurred view of brightly twinkling stars,
crisp silhouettes of neighbouring buildings
and the distinct contours of coconut trees bending in the wind,
realised you were still wearing your glasses?