Midsummer Night's Magic

"Grillby, get up." Gaster's voice was insistent.
Grillby rolled on his side and opened his eyes, only to find Gaster's face hovering less than a hands width form his own.

"You weren't sleeping yet, were you?" Gaster asked.
"Not for the lack of trying-" Grillby stopped, placed his hand on Gaster's forehead, and gently yet firmly pushed the other's skull out of his personal space.

"You can't sleep yet! It's the summer solstice!" Gaster grinned wide.

"And what's so special about the summer solstice?" Grillby asked, propping himself up. Whatever it was, Gaster seemed excited about it.

"It's Midsummer, Grillby! We've got to go do Midsummer night's magic!"