Edward the Sleepr

Edward was a sleeper and he had no moods or plans. He simply stared up at the blank sky and waited for the noise to die down. If what The Almighty had in mind for the rest of the dead was to be believed, than he simply wanted know part in it. Better to lie still and let the cold wash of dawn slip over him like a cool breeze.

Somewhere off to the east people voices could be heard. They were chattering about, making plans about what to do with all this mess. Edward had no plans. They seemed to always get in the way of what was going on.

About this time his heart gave out and his mind shut down. Then there was nothing but a calm black. He could scarcely tell the difference.