(Kim's Point of View)
I didn't know what hit me as I stood in front of Arthur's door, chewing my lower lip and fiddling with the hem of my shirt, pondering whether or not to walk in.
It was 1 a.m., and I couldn't sleep, and ice cream wasn't doing anything for me after waking up from a nightmare.
I pushed the door slowly, intending to flee the moment he sent me away.
As I reached the bed Arthur was sleeping on, his eyes opened as though he realized I was in his room. I nearly fell over as he focused his attention on me and asked what I was doing in his room.
"I-I-I," I stuttered. He wouldn't get mad, would he? "I can't sleep, can I sleep here with you?"
He looked at me as if I'd suddenly developed a twin head on my shoulder, maybe I have. He rolled his eyes, which I inte
