Odd notes and a semi-Journal

The feeling of decapitation is one not many people get to feel in their lifetime. However, Edmond thinks that more people should experience it. It's truly invigorating, the wind running past one's neck, as ones blindly stumble about in the hopes one doesn't run into anything.

Then, Edmond wakes up.

Edmond finds it increasingly strange that every night that he sleeps directly underneath the place where the butcher tried to cut off his head, he has a reoccurring dream about decapitation. The irony is not lost on him, however, the idea seems fruitless to ponder when Edmond knows more pressing matters are at hand. His hands, of course. 

Edmond's hands have had many close-calls with death. From a haunted woodcutter to a glass mountain,  many obstacles have presented themselves to relieve Edmond of his hands. Yet today, Edmond feels, is the day they will be taken away. 

Madame Bernice was quite distraught that day, having lost her prized pincushion the previous night. The other spirits resting near Madame Bernice grew increasingly agitated, and since her pincushion was corporeal, many spirits suggested using Edmonds hands as a makeshift pincushion until they could find the lost one. Edmond really had no choice in the matter, because when spirits suggest something it is not a request, but a command. Three and a half hours later, Edmond's hands are full of small holes with small pinpricks of blood coursing through it.
The spirits are nice to him most days, but they many times disregard him as a human and think of him like a body bag, a fleshy sac to order around. Of course, Edmond would never cross them. Spirits have difficult lives as well. Nobody is special just because they're living their life.