I lay here on this bed like a sacrificial offering to the Woman on the Moon . I have welcomed her , held her , made love to her so many times ... in my head , in this bed . But before my dreams get too intricate , loneliness and the promise of morning swoop down and snatch her from me like a highway robber . When I am adequately wound up with need , she comes to the foot of my bed and plays me like a tuned up mandolin .

Question: what is the reason morning swoops down and snatches her ?
Answer: Morning dawns and I awaken .None of the above choices .I die in my sleepThe woman spends all day with me .