The Midnight Intruder In Yellow Lion Pajamasat 12:14 A.m., The Air Inside My Penthouse Suite Was Heavy With The Familiar, Suffocating Stillness Of Yet Another Night Spent Staring At The Ceiling. The City Of Chicago Stretched Out Beneath The Floor-To-Ceiling Glass Windows Like A Sprawling Circuit Board Of Neon And Shadow, But I Couldn’t See The Beauty In It Anymore.