A few years back, my wife and I were living in a studio apartment. She would fall asleep on our bed/couch and I would stay up and play games and such. I kind of liked that setup because she would occasionally wake up startled, and I could just turn around and reassure her. The sleep specialists call these "confused arousals."
One Saturday, Ed Sheeran was the musical guest on Saturday Night Live. They cut to a tight closeup of his face, and in that moment, she woke up with a scare.
"Who...who is THAT?"
"It's Ed Sheeran, sweetheart. He's singing," I said sweetly.
"Is he...is he JUDGING ME?"
I of course barely resisted the urge to collapse into a puddle of giggles, because I've learned over time that this will not help her get back to sleep in a calm, safe manner. But the next day was amazing.
Now whenever we hear Ed Sheeran songs, we chuckle. Ed Sheeran is judging you. He knows when you're sleeping. He watches you, not as a protector, but as an arbiter. The looming, round, ginger face of Ed Sheeran must have felt to her like some omnipresent intrusion into our home. Just like the last panel in the comic. So thanks for this, OP.
![image showing Ed [OC]](ab55356d-2fb7-57b2-aecb-0dae03c083a3.jpg)
ChristOnABike122 on April 15th, 2017 at 12:48 UTC »
He looks like Gimli in this comic
Lostinservice on April 15th, 2017 at 14:10 UTC »
Ed Sheeran looks like a grown up Chucky doll.
HunterT on April 15th, 2017 at 15:56 UTC »
This will never be more relevant:
A few years back, my wife and I were living in a studio apartment. She would fall asleep on our bed/couch and I would stay up and play games and such. I kind of liked that setup because she would occasionally wake up startled, and I could just turn around and reassure her. The sleep specialists call these "confused arousals."
One Saturday, Ed Sheeran was the musical guest on Saturday Night Live. They cut to a tight closeup of his face, and in that moment, she woke up with a scare.
"Who...who is THAT?"
"It's Ed Sheeran, sweetheart. He's singing," I said sweetly.
"Is he...is he JUDGING ME?"
I of course barely resisted the urge to collapse into a puddle of giggles, because I've learned over time that this will not help her get back to sleep in a calm, safe manner. But the next day was amazing.
Now whenever we hear Ed Sheeran songs, we chuckle. Ed Sheeran is judging you. He knows when you're sleeping. He watches you, not as a protector, but as an arbiter. The looming, round, ginger face of Ed Sheeran must have felt to her like some omnipresent intrusion into our home. Just like the last panel in the comic. So thanks for this, OP.