Excerpt from the Diary of Frank of Albany

[warholswhore]

Constantine dresses in his sleep, I've discovered. The first night we slept together, I was disconcerted by how much he didn't want to actually sleep together, but blamed it on the humidity, work and the fact that I had run out of deoderant earlier that same week. But for the last week, I've been spending the night and now I understand his reluctance. Around three in the morning, he got out of bed, presumably to go to the bathroom. I closed my eyes and turned over. When I turned back, he was wearing a full baseball uniform and cap and sleeping like a baby. During that first night he wore a business suit, a Sherlock Holmes costume and shorts with a hoodie. When we woke up the next day he wore only socks on his hands and boxers. He reached out and stroked my face with his besocked hand, looking well rested and happy.

This happens every night, it seems. We haven't discussed it yet, but I'm hesitant to let him spend the night at my house.

-Frank D'Albani