It was showering the next day and the splatter of rain created a pleasant musical number on the glass window. Frederick, who was awakened by the delightful melody, lay on the soft mattress. He propped his head with his arms to admire the wonderful patterns cast on the glass.
The overcast weather provided an overall cool and peaceful aesthetic to the indoors, inducing a cosy sleep-in as the sound of pitter-patter on the solid ground comforted his already calmed nerves.
Occasionally he could hear a distant faint laughter of a toddler from the other room followed by a gentle shushing, pushing the curl of his lips to grow even wider.
Immediately, he tossed his body to face the other side and called out the boy's name, "My little Freddie, where are youuu?"
