The sound of something crashing, more like falling, woke me.
Looking around, I felt the bed to see Lincoln was missing.
Letting my eyes adjust, I pushed out the bed going to the body on the floor.
Everything was still so damn dark, I mean honestly couldn't this guy have like a night light?
A sigh came from the ground and I stared down at him until my eyes adjusted to see him pushing himself off the floor.
"You seriously tripped over the air?" I said looking at the nothing behind him.
He stared at the floor and scowled "No, my ankle just-Why does it matter?" He asked giving me a lifted and challenging eyebrow.
Lincoln walked to the bathroom and shut the door muttering under his breath. I think I bother him, or scare him. Sometimes I'm almost sure he's terrified of me. I find that com
