The moon was high over the neighborhood, stars shining individually in the dark night sky. the moon was a beautiful crescent shape tonight, the reflection creeping through the houses windows. The bed felt like you were sleeping on a cloud, you wanted to stay asleep forever. But of course, your mind decides, no, its time to wake up at 1 Am in the morning. Frank never had trouble sleeping, it was a blessing for him He always slept so soundly, unlike you. you were a workaholic, always doing things when rest is earned. So, whenever Frank heard some noises in the living room, it woke I'm up. He sat up in the bed, noticing your spot was empty, it was no surprise.

"good grief."

frank mumbled to himself, before standing up, and slipping his robe on and coming to look for you. he wasn't to happy about being woken from his beauty sleep.