It was getting rather late, you and your friend, Edward, sitting on the couch in your living room. Watching TV, you, being curled up under a blanket. Edward, not so very much, hence his name, he had scissor fingers.

Anyways, you felt yourself drifting off. Eventually falling into sleep, leaning on Edward’s shoulder. He jumped slightly at the sudden contact, looking down at you. He didn’t want to move you, he was afraid of hurting you. The internal panic he was feeling. What should he do?