All you need to know is that Murphy is blind, this kitten is cute and I can’t figure out how to make these cut and pasted fonts the same.

As the hours wore on into the night everyone fell asleep but Murphy. He lay on the floor in the relative silence of the living room wondering what a fairy looked like in real life. He sat up, decided to find out and placed his hand on the edge of the table slowly moving it in the direction he thought the little bed was. When he found the stack of pillow cases he lifted his hand and moved it even more slowly across the space of the fabric until the soft tips of his fingers met the warmth of the fairy’s legs. Her skin seemed electric to his.

He then moved his index finger up the length of her leg. That’s when he felt two tiny arms wrap around his finger. Her soft snores told him that she was still asleep but he couldn’t see that in her slumber she had taken hold of his finger like a beloved pillow.

Not knowing how fragile she might be, he held himself very still and hoped no one would wake up and catch him like this. It all seemed like a bad idea in retrospect. The more he thought about it and the tighter her little body clung to his the more Murphy realized this was not like petting a sleeping dog or any other animal for that matter. This was a tiny person, a tiny girl, with boobs he could feel pressing into his skin. “Fuck,” he thought, “This was like sneaking up on any other girl and touching her legs without asking. I’m going to be the pervert that touched her in her sleep. I’m a creep. Shit, what do I do?” He thought of every expletive he could imagine which really didn’t help much.

A few moments past and Murphy was still trying to think of a plan when the fairy awoke. Startled by the strange hand she was cuddling, she let go and fell backwards onto the pillowcases.