Maxfield Parrish, The Lantern Bearers, 1908
And even Håkan’s deepest sleep is much too fragile to block that thing out.
True, he hasn’t heard the car pull up out front. He hasn’t heard the click
of the light switch or the steps in the stairwell. But the key that slides into the keyhole
also pokes a hole in Håkan’s sleep. In an instant he’s awake, stricken deep by a flash
of delight tingling hot from his toes to his scalp. But the delight disappears nearly
as fast as it comes, withdrawing into a cloud of uncertainties.
— Stig Dagerman, “The Games of Night,” 1947
Ivan Aivazovsky, Moonlit Seascape with Shipwreck, 1863