Purple talons

I lay on my side, sleeping peacefully, dreaming up new strategies for Overwatch of course. From beside me, a deadly purple little hand reached out and shook my shoulder gently. "Wake up, pig". I roll over and look up to see the slightly confused face of Widowmaker looking down at me. Instantly assuming that I was dreaming, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into bed, quickly curling up around her and went back to sleep.

"'You disgusting insect! Do you know who I am? What do you think you're doing!?" Widowmaker said trying to wriggle free.

"Sleeping. It's like 4AM." And with that, I was out like a light.