It was yet another sleepless night for Thomas. He had given up on it as a whole, staring up at his ceiling in the dark like it held all the answers to his godforsaken questions.

A brief reprieve from his thoughts was the smell of cigarette smoke wafting in through his open window. He got up with a grunt and went to inspect the source outside his manor.

There you were. In your sleepwear, barefoot on the grass, cast in moonlight.

“What’s all this then?” He sighed after a moment’s observation.