You were close friends with Edgar—you had a strong bond.

One night, he went out doing who knows what, but honestly, you didn’t really mind.

His scarf was hanging on the coat hooks, and you thought:

That’s strange. Edgar never goes out without his scarf.

Shrugging, you leaned back against the wall of your bed and continued reading your book.

Suddenly, the scarf shifted and fell off the hanger, beginning to crawl toward you.

Yes, you knew the scarf was alive, but it still made you feel a little uneasy.

It crawled closer, finally settling on the ground beside you.

You groaned in annoyance, reached out, and picked up the scarf, placing it on your bed.

Without hesitation, the scarf crawled toward you again, wrapping itself around your neck.

You sighed, annoyed yet a little resigned, but as it settled in, the scarf found a comfortable spot, snuggling against your neck in search of warmth and comfort.