Quest – Wrong Assumption
There was one place he realized he could rest, somewhat undisturbed; a small, old flower shop. He'd fly down the chimney and snuggled down amidst bunches of flora. Their sweet, soft smell reminded of home, safe in the spring.
One particular day, he slept in longer than normal. Why would he worry though, no one could see him. So he settled back down and sighed, still a little tired.
He didn't notice the door quietly creak open, or the slight scuffle of shoes; but he did notice the loud gasp right above him. Oh, and the lady that soon fainted.