He felt something brush against his skin, yet paid no attention. Once again, his arm hair was adgitated. The small insect was once again landing on his saltly body. He hit the small creature out his window and closed it, then went back to bed.
A few minutes later, he felt something on his arm again and woke up. He sat up in his bed. This time, he noticed, it was his own sweat. He looked at his Red Dragon Archfiend, then left his room. He went downstairs to the kitchen and walked to the fridge. He pulled out the container of water and put it on the counter. He heard something and quickly turned around.
"What are you doing here?" Jack asked the person sitting at the table.
"What are you doing up?" I countered, sipping my apple juice.
"This is my house. I can be up whenever I want to be. Got that?" Jack said in an quiet yet agitated voice.
"Why don`t you just get your drink and sit down?"
Jack walked back to the counter and got out a cup, rarely taking his eyes off the intuder. He groans and pours the water into his cup. As he walks to the table, I pull out his usual chair.
