"Glob, why is it so hot in here?" Finn drearily murmured, rolling out of the nights daze into a fuzzy half-consciousness. He looked over to the mechanical clock on his bedside table. 2:18 AM.
"Hey, Jake...you awake bro?" he queried.
"Mrrrrhmm...hrr...too many...maple bagels...in mah head..." grumbled Jake from across the room, barely stirring from whatever tasty dream he was wrapped up in.
"Heh heh...your dreams are weird, man.", Finn chuckled tiredly, rolling back over on to his bedspread. The furs piled beneath him bristled his back as he lay staring at the ceiling. An uneasiness washed over him as he remained mesmerized and motionless, fixated on the patterns of the roof above. It could have been 20 minutes, maybe even 2 hours, but he could not seem to drift back to sleep no matter how still he kept. He let out a small sigh and rolled over to his side to peer out the window. The world was still cloaked in its dark nightly shade.
"Well this is butts. I usually don't have a problem sleeping at all." Finn uttered quietly. "Maybe I should go on a night-venture? I could get into a skirmish with swamp ninjas and all that flazz. Or..."
Finn racked his noggin' for ideas on what to do with the night's insomnia. He took stock of himself and decided a chill outing would probably be best. What chillness could possibly take place at this late hour, though?
"Oh! I know! I'll go kick it with Marceline. She's a vampire and nocturnal and stuff. Yeah."
He slipped out of bed and tip-toed over to Jake's sleeping drawer. Lifting his buddy's ear up, Finn whispered "Eat them bagels, dawg. I'll be back later." Jake groggily shifted in his drawer and muttered something incomprehensible. He would not be moved. "Heh heh. Yeah." smirked Finn, now heading for the door. He pulled on his t-shirt and jeans before snugly reefing his hat over his head. He also donned a neat sweater because it was somewhat chilly outside.
Upon exiting the treehouse, Finn felt the rush of the autumn wind surround his face. He stood still to take it in for a moment and to let his eyes adjust to the darkness of the world around him. His attention was taken by a sudden grumbling in his gut accompanied by a mild throbbing in his head. He groaned and closed his eyes for a moment.
"I wasn't feeling that great when I woke up, but this is major zoobs. Ughh." Finn whined. He placed his palms on his head and began to rub his temples. Breathing deeply, he let his eyes creep open again and it soon subsided. He regained his composure and started making his way to Marceline's cave dwelling.