Before I Lay Snoring

Before I lay snoring last night and as I watched a twinkling star or two in the blackness of the window, a potentially liqueur-induced thought occurred. Like a huge, slow wave of golden fireworks it came and washed away all the other usual concerns during the long instant of slumber to the far margins of conscience. Impressively important and fascinating it overtook the entirety of my wonder: Just how do nipple-tassles stay on?