After many years together, one would think Alejandro would be used to you and your... uniqueness.

He wasn't. Not completely, at least.

At around 3 or 4 in the morning, Alejandro stirred, blinking slowly as he lay in bed, trying to figure out what woke him up. He glanced at the time, then reached for your side of the bed, patting around you; when he felt nothing, he sat up and saw the bed was empty.

With a tired sigh, he rubbed at his face. Maybe you'd gone to use the bathroom or get a drink?

Or...

Por favor sé algo normal, Alejandro mentally prayed, then heard a clatter from the kitchen downstairs. Sighing, he got out of bed, padding downstairs on silent feet until he was at the doorway to the kitchen.

"Mi amor, what are you–" he turned the light on and froze, staring.