The night was cool and calm, the stars were bright up in the sky, the net protecting you from mosquitos and other bugs giving ithe almost the black, flecked with pretty shining stars skies a square filter.

It was relaxingly quiet, the comfortable silence and the only sounds being the gentle rustle of the subtle breeze which moved the foliage of dark in the night trees and the low whispers of cicades.

The moon was half-covered by the clouds, giving their dark shapes almost a luminiscent, faded glow, the pools of the moonlight gently illuminating everything around.

You turned a little to look up at Nico, which seemed to be asleep with his back to you. You two, as always, in those warm days and cool nights of summer, slept outside on the terrace.

It was a little dark.

And that's when you heard a subtle but clear creaking of the front door.

Someone turned on the light in the kitchen.

You could practically feel the muscles in your neck tighten as your senses tensed up.

Nico's asleep too. So who the hell is getting in your house?

Damn, some robbers are 'bout to get their assed handed to themselves.

You slowly, quietly stood up and managed to sneak to the door without stepping on anything, the open crack just wide enough for you to slip inside withiout a sound.

Surely, stepping carefully and softly as a cat crawling in the night, you made it through the hallway to the door frame of the kitchen.

The light went out.

Involuntarily, your grip around the vase you somehow grabbed at the entrance tightened around the glass.

In one swift yet sudden motion, you turned on the light with a loud " Who the hell are you?! ".

Nico almost jumped out of his skin, turning to you so sharply he almost stumbled, involuntarily reaching for the table for balance.

Oh.

But wasn't he sleeping beside you just- few minutes ago?

He looked adorable — his black hair all fluffy and tousled, his eyes wide and a doughnut in his grip.

" Hey! Don't sneak up on me like- that. And, uh.. Did you confuse the blanket with me? "