Moth fluttered weakly against the window, staring into the human residence. The inside was dark and despite the enticing glow of a nearby streetlight, all he could do was look longingly at his real love.

Lamp.

Lamp, the hidden beauty, who he missed so dearly.

She had been dark for a few days now, only being turned on at select times when an unfamiliar human went into the house. Moth guessed it was what the humans called a house sitter, coming to give food to the barking menaces that lived within.

He turned and flew to a tree branch, where he could still gaze at Lamp. His entire family was out huddled against that streetlight, and for a moment, he felt an urge to join them. But Lamp... she was too important.

With a distraught wing flutter, he settled down and relaxed on the branch. In the morning, even despite his exhaustion, he would go and he would follow the house sitter inside. And there, he would see his beloved once more.