You often read fantasy type novels - well maybe you do frankly I have no idea - where creatures are regarded as falling asleep on top of a soft bed of moss probably just next to a softy neighing unicorn and a spotted hobablop or something else.
Arthur C. Clarke made it a place of "adult" encounters as well. I think this was in "The Songs of Distant Earth", a wonderful book despite this cringy scene.
I've been taking a close up look at moss and frankly I wouldn't recommend going to sleep on it, fantasy creature or not. It is lush, green, and damp as hell. The only thing you'd catch would not be starlight from an elven maiden, but pneumonia.
It glistens, soft and moist and very green, and makes a rewarding subject for close up photographs. But I'm not going to sleep on it.
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 21.02.18