Muffy, when I think of you... I long to lie away the blissful hours in a regal Marquee tent filled with soft candle light. On a bed of rope made taut and layered in quilts of down let your heart and soul be enflamed with passion, and the journey to the awakening day will know no discomfort. A small table with wine, cheese and fruit, and a glowing, golden embered fire alit beneath a dark sky of stars will enchant....