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Edward Scissorhands in:

Insomnia

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Edward slept, and in his dreams he could touch things so very far away to him now. He could remember all of his secrets, and in his sleep, he could dream of a beautiful future with Kim. But when he was awake, he would find himself alone again, alone and without the only ones he ever truly loved. The Boggles, and his father, Vincent.

Sometimes he would dream of his father, reading to him about edicate. Sometimes he would dream about Kim, leting him hold her, as fragil and perfect as she seemed to him. But sometimes he would have bad dreams, about his father's death, and about kim, although with Kim it was always a feeling of being far away, or fear of hurting her.

But tonight, the dream was a memory. The dream was something truly speacal. He didn't remember it happening, and yet somehow it was so very real. He could touch it, and hold it, and it wouldn't tear. It was brightly colored, and so very familiar… But sometimes reality could be like that, so wonderous, you couldn't remember it happening untill you slept…

He was alone in the dream, and he had a very hollow, lonely feeling. Vincent, his father, had died all over again, and he was very alone. He thrashed about, as if he could do something to stop the fatal heart attack that took the life of the first human being who he had ever known, and the only person who he truly felt understood him. He wanted it to stop, and, as if on comand, it did. He opened his eyes, and a bright, beautiful face smiled down at him. He smiled back up at it, and he knew right away who it was. "Kim…"

"Shhh…" she quieted him. "It was only a bad dream. I'm here now. Just get some rest. It's late…" She put a hand on his shoulder, comfortingly, and whispered, "You have nothing to fear from a dream. It can't hurt you. Dreams are only what you make them," she stood. "Now go to sleep."

He slept peacefully for a while after, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that even that had been a dream. He was back in his castle on a hill, in the corner, just sturing as the rays of the morning crept in from the windows.

Even though he knew that Kim could not be there, it comforted him still. The Kim in the dream was right, dreams could be changed, and in his mind, he could make things right. So, he again closed his eyes, and drifted back into dreamland.

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Kim had put her granddaughter to bed, and was very weary. The storytelling season had gone over rather well. She had always found it very difficult to break it to her son just who her real father was suppose to be… why had he married that man? He had none of the qualities she had learned about in Edward… but she was so sad, and he was there for her… And she did need a husband, because of the baby…

She sighed. Her son, her beautiful baby boy. She told noone about him until well after the wedding, mearly because she was afraid of what they would do to him. She hadn't know what she would do if he turned out to have Scissors for hands, or some other obvious problem to show the world he wasn't who she said he was. Luckily he did not, but he did highly resemble Edward… Black hair… Black Eyes… Pale complection… He looked nothing like his mother, only a little window into her past… Only her mother knew the truth, and Peg was so good natured and forgiving… Keven was always suspecious, but she knew her father had him convencied it was imposible.

So here she was, some thirty years later, a divorsed grandmother who lived alone at the foot of a hill, with her dream castle only a short walk away. She dare not go there, though. What would she tell him? 'I'm sory Edward, it's still not safe to come down, I thought I would just drop in and have a nice cup of tea with you. I hope you don't mind the wrinkles, I'm not as young as I used to be." She grimiced.

She had seen him through his fence, in his courtyard, and he hadn't changed at all. She wondered if he was even human… But the more she wondered, the less sense it made, so she didn't want to think about it too much.

She put her head down on her pillow, and she slept. She had been sleeping with a troubled look, unable to have any of the things she'd ever wanted, bitter and cold. Tonight she dreamed of death, the death of her mother Peg… She remembered her mother's misterious heart attack, and it's tragic toal.. She had been there when she died, suddenly doubling over and seacing to be. She had cried for monthes, which had been what caused her husband to anounce that he nolonger wanted anything to do with her. This only made her mourning worse, and she relived it constantly in her dreams.

But tonight, something meraculas happened. Her dream was stoped, as if someone had come to her rescue. She opened her eyes, and saw she was in her old room, in her old house, with Edward standing over her. She smiled. "Edward… I was so lost without you…"

"Hush… It was only a dream. You know dreams can't hurt you." His lips curled up slightly, in his familiar smile. "Please. Kim, sleep well.. sleep well…" It was then she awakened, alone again in her house at the foot of the hill. But even if it wasn't real, she found some comfort in it. It was real enough for her. "It's alright, Edward… It's only a dream…" She whispered into her pillow. She closed her eyes again, and let herself slip away, into a deep and wonderfull dreamland, where Edward would always be there, and noone could hurt her.

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