I slept very snugly indeed, under a Traveler Tree in the gardens of the Royal Palm Hotel.

There was a dance at the hotel.

I went to sleep, under the stars, to the lullaby of a corking good orchestra.

The only drawback was that a spooning couple who were engineering a 'petting party,' almost sat down on my head, there in the darkness.
Not that I'd have minded being a settee for them.

But they might have told one of the watchmen about my being there.