Edwin relaxes. Snuggles in. Senses that soft tug that means sleep could happen if he let it, and sleep sounds nice. Nicer than losing track of the movie every so often while he overthinks a piece of the mess.
He lets his eyes close, lets his body fully relax, and drifts off. Like fireflies coming out at night, colors and wispy half-formed images start to wink in and out of existence around him. The unborn dreams of a child god who mumbles in his sleep.
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He lets his eyes close, lets his body fully relax, and drifts off. Like fireflies coming out at night, colors and wispy half-formed images start to wink in and out of existence around him. The unborn dreams of a child god who mumbles in his sleep.