Asenath-Waite

Stan had to sleep on the left side of the bed. It was something that had become ingrained on him during his years of living in his car, he would always sleep in the driver's seat; just in case something happened and he had to leave in a hurry. For a long time it hadn't really been an issue, he lived alone and slept in a bed that was barely big enough for himself and only arguably even had sides. When he and Fiddleford first began to share a bed, it had been such a long time since he'd even thought about it that it didn't even occur to Stan to sleep on one side over the other. He lay down on the right and fell asleep. Then he had a nightmare,

“Hey, kids, would you two come out here?” Stan called from the back porch. He bit his lip, nervously. He had thought that this would be a good idea, but now that he was doing it, he was less sure. His attempts to do things like this seldom turned out the way he hoped they would...his attempts to do much of anything didn't usually turn out how he hoped really.   But the time for second guessing passed as Dipper and Mabel came out the screen door.   “What's wrong, Grunkle Stan?” Mabel asked. “And why are your hands glowing?” Dipper asked, pointing at Stan's hands, which were cupped closed in front of him and

“Mom, I'm home.” Michael called as he came in through the kitchen door, “You would not believe how many fish Uncle Stan and I caught!” “Muddy shoes off on the porch, Michael, I just cleaned the floor,” His mother instructed. He quickly ducked back outside and pulled off his mud covered shoes. When he came back in she grinned and asked. “So, you had a good time with Uncle Stan?” “Yeah, it was great. We sat out a the lake all day and we caught so many fish. Like, really, I can't believe how many fish. And there was no one else out on the lake, like all day. It was kind of amazing having th