You closed the front door of your home with a sigh, having come home from a long day of work. You didn’t spot your husband Frank Zhang on the couch or in the dining room, nor did you hear him walking around the house. He must be upstairs, since you can’t hear him in the kitchen either. There’s no random animal wandering the house (from what you can tell)..

So you kick your shoes off at the door and head upstairs and to your bedroom. The door creaks faintly as you open it, and you’re greeted with the sight of Frank sleeping in bed, presumably shirtless since you can see his bare shoulders over the top of the covers. He stirs slightly when you enter the room, but settles down again seconds after.