I used to think that was just me. However I've been reading through "Letters of C. S. Lewis" and in a letter to his friend Aurther Greeves, Lewis wrote:
"Tang-Tang there goes eleven o’clock ‘Tis almost faery time’. Don’t you simply love going to bed. To curl up warmly in a nice warm bed, in the lovely darkness, that is so restful & then gradually drift away into sleep . . . I’m turning out the gas. Bon soir!"Bon soir indeed.