Ed just plans on a small cuddle. To see what it's like.

Before Oswald starts dozing off, Ed has fallen asleep, glasses pressed into the side of his face and weight heavy against Oswald. The steady beat of Oswald's heart is lulling and it sends them both under quickly, into a peaceful, deep slumber.

At least, for a while.

Maybe an hour or two, he actually sleeps. And when the nightmares hit, sleep paralysis does its job and stops him from lashing out at his dreams in the real world. The only change in his sleeping self is his breaths speeding up, catching, small, trapped animal noises quietly whined out and his fingers twitching softly against Oswald.