Jessica was peacefully asleep cuddling up in her bed sheets when she suddenly felt heat surrounding her face. Jessica opened one of her eyes to only be introduced to a bright beam of light, forcing her pupil to constrict painfully. She burrowed her face in her blanket to shield her face from the light. The strange thing about it was that the room was dark so it could only be one thing. Morning was starting to seep through her window drapes allowing the jolly toon sun's rays to lie on her heavenly face, giving her an abrupt wake up. But she laid in bed for a bit more to relax and take a while to think.

Jessica wasn't a fan of mornings. Mornings meant that the day was starting. That the future of "who knows what" is eventually coming, and it was a bit worrying. It was worrying to know that the world she inhabits is slowly changing. For the better or for the worse is a controversial conversation because everyone has his or her own opinion of the subject, adding to Jessica's worries. Mornings were also filled with people, people who live a life of dreams. Dreams that humans, sleeping in alleyways asking Jessica for spare change or food while she walked through the streets of Hollywood, would give anything up for. Dreams that would rot the mind of even the strongest minded beings, including indestructible toons.

Compared to mornings, Jessica loved the night best. Not only because the streets were less crowded, but because everything was at its realest. Working the night shift at the Ink and Paint club gave Jessica many experiences that you wouldn't really catch during the day. On her way to work she saw things like muggings, illegal dealings and kidnappings. When getting to work she was almost raped multiple times (until she learned to defend herself) and would basically see humans having sex in the darkest of corners in the alley where her dressing room is located. Since Jessica was made to become an "Adult" toon, a term preferred to call cartoon characters that were made for graphic action, horror movies or even pornography, she was able to indicate many things and it was something she was not proud of. All of these incidents weren't the reason why Jessica liked the night don't get her wrong, it's because it's when society's true colors showed. She wasn't introduced to fake smiles and welcomes like in the morning; she was introduced to the truth. The truth that's covered up by the media, which stays brainwashing society's mind. She was a form of eye candy; it's what she was made to do. But hey enough thinking about the shadows in everyday life; Jessica was an entertainer, not a preacher. She thought quickly to change the subject in fear that she'd start thinking back to how she use to think during her darkest of days. Instead she started thinking of something that immediately gave her a smile without realizing. Something, or someone, that made her want to roll around in bed and wrap her arms around her waist as if she was imaginably holding the person instead. Her adorable and darling husband, Roger.

"Ah! Just thinking of his name makes me go crazy." Jessica said to herself in a low alluring voice. Roger was the only form of light that Jessica would happily have. If it weren't for him who knows where she'd be. "Probably in a barrel of Dip somewhere" she supposed. Jessica started feeling a bit blue shortly after due to the fact that she barely gets to spend time with her husband. Unlike her, Roger was a "Children's" toon, and a popular one at that. Roger worked in the day while Jessica would be sleeping at home, and at night they would only have minute greetings to each other before Jessica drove off to work while Roger slept at night. It was a bit lonely indeed but it only made times when they could spend time together that much richer.

The night before when Jessica was getting ready to work she caught a quick glance of Roger's work schedule that he had hanging on the refrigerator door bellow hers and saw that he had the day off today. So Jessica asked for the night off as well, explaining why she was so giddy in the time of day she liked least. She had her honey bunny all to herself today. Jessica walked to her bathroom, bathed, brushed her teeth, did her hair, and changed into her signature outfit as she thought of all the plans she had in store for her and Roger today. As she walked out the restroom door a thought finally hit her.

" If Roger has the day off today then… where is he?"

Sorry that it's so short, this is my first time ever writing a fanfiction so it was quite the experience. I've been wanting to write one for a while now and I thought," Who better to write on than one of my favorite couples?" thus leading to this story of Roger and Jessica! I hope you guys enjoy this first chapter cause I do plan to write more on this story and please comment or leave a review 'cause it'll help me get way better at writing stories on here for you all to enjoy. Again apologies for whatever errors I have in this chapter and I hope you all enjoy what I have so far! :D