Nyctophilia.

I find peace in the night. The immensely blinding sun makes my sensitive eyes burn to crisp... Well that's what it feels like. I like to hear no chirping. I like to hear the Coyotes and Wolves howl at night when the adders and mice are at rest. I like to gaze at the stars and sing to the moon. I like lurking at night to feel the cold on my soft paws.

I dwell at night, I love at night, I live at night.