(Author's Note - just a fun one this time, my drabble (more or less) for this week's  The_Weekend_Write-In prompt 'up'.)

Fuming, she climbed the stairs, up to the top floor. She peered into the bedroom. Empty. The bed was still made up and obviously hadn't been slept in. She muttered under her breath but she wasn't going to give up now, Jack had to be here somewhere.

She went downstairs and pushed open the lounge door. Jack was fast asleep, his feet curled up on the couch, still dressed, with his shoes on.

She stormed in. "You forgot to pick me up!" She shouted. "I waited for an hour. I tell you, this is the end. I'm more than upset! I'm fed up. Next time I'm taking the car."