Nothing better than cool, clean sheets after a long day. A long week… Hell. A long life. He knows that twenty years isn’t that much in the grand scheme of things, but it’s been everything so far. A comfortable yawn, boxers straight from the dryer, and Bruno settles down in bed. His favourite black sheets and comfy duvet heavy on his weary body. Just as he breathes out, dozing off, there’s a soft click of his door opening. Just his luck… either he’ll be fighting off an enemy in his jocks, or someone’s about to play a prank…