I tiptoe across the wooden floor avoiding all the creaks. Moonlight streaming through open windows of a silent summer night, casting shadows over rumpled sheets of a well-used king size bed. I hear the water running in the bathroom across the hall, grabbing clothing strewed around the room I move with ninja speed. Hunting for the elusive pair of ******* I just can’t seem to find. Forget it, time is almost running out, I need to leave before that door opens. Rushing now I grab my stash and head for the front door, lightly hopping, stealthily propping as I pull on piece by piece. Last, my shoes, I grab as I unlock the front door, grab my keys, leave the note and run out barefoot. “It was fun, I had to run, see you again someday,” get in my car, start the engine, drive, drive away.