But the romance of the bed is lost to the function of the gauze. It's there to keep the dengue filled Mosquitos from biting me in the wee hours of the dawn and making me sick. So, while I now have part of my childhood fairytale, there is none of the romance. However, I'm more grateful for the practicality of the gauzy curtains than the romance or fantasy. So, thank you Dhaka for teaching me that practicality is a good thing!