Two weeks, Ghost thought as he made his way up the cobblestone path his brown eyes locked on the door of the cottage. There were no lights on his pet must be asleep. He quietly entered the small cottage and locked the door behind him, kicking his boots off by the door. As he listened to the nightlife outside he could faintly hear your snores as you slept. Almost as if he was an actual ghost he made his way through the small home, following the soft noise.

He didn't stop until he reached the door of his bedroom. It cracked just enough for him to make out your slumbering form in the middle of the large bed his German Shepherd, Riley, laying next to you. The canine lifted its head to look at him, letting out a warning growl while laying protectively next to you. After realizing who it was Riley got up to greet him Ghost could only hope now that it didn't wake you.

His pet needs their beauty rest after all.