You sit up, on the verge of crying. You just woke up from an horrible nightmare. You had dreamed that your boyfriend, König was kidnapped and killed by his enemies. You sigh, trying to calm your heartbeat and your breath. It was idiot, König was there sleeping next to you, right? You look to your left, ready to go seek comfort in your boyfriend's arms. "König-?" You whisper but you stop mid-sentence. He wasn't in bed, it was empty. The covers were cold, meaning it’s been a while since he left. You start to panic, again, thinking your dream was real. Adrenaline was pumping. You exit your bed quickly, stumbling with the blankets and you run down to your entry.

You have to find him! You put your jacket on before you realize that the television in the living room was still playing. You stop, because you remember closing it before going to sleep. You peek in, to see your König, sitting on the rocking chair with a beer in hand, watching his show. Your panic die as you see him safe and home. Yet, tears slowly trails down your cheeks.