God of My Dreams (Greek Heroes #1) ✅ Completed

Chapter Fourteen: Impatience Thy Name is Morpheus

Impatience Thy Name is Morpheus

Gwen-Stacey was nervous. This was going to be her first night of dreaming with the full knowledge that she might not be entirely alone in there. Maybe she wouldn’t have been so nervous if the very idea of the über-hot dream god didn’t make her palms sweat. She’d never given a single thought to wings but just remembering Morpheus’ ebony colored ones from the first time she’d caught a glimpse of them made her mouth go dry.

This of course begged the question as to what sort of dream could she come up with that would require Morpheus to appear in his true form again? Should she dream of flying? Nah. He probably wouldn’t show up for that one.

Maybe she could dream of ancient Greece or perhaps the very first Olympic games? Forget it. He’d probably laugh at how wrong she got everything – it wasn’t like she’d ever been there or anything.

What on earth was she going to dream up that a) she could pull off well and b) might keep him interested?

The idea struck Gwen-Stacey hard and fast. She laughed, and hurried to the train station that would take her home.

   

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Morpheus strode back and forth in his bedroom. Considering there was only large room in his cavern it could have passed for any room. Still, since there was a large bed in the middle, he’d always considered it his bedroom.

Stefano was handling most of his charges this evening, though Morpheus couldn’t quite trust him with certain dream elements. For these few he’d called in a favor; his younger brother Dominic would handle the erotica tonight. He was a vast improvement from Stefano and could be trusted to keep mortal sexual fantasies running smoothly.

Morpheus on the other hand still felt like a caged animal as he waited for Gwen-Stacey to go to sleep. He wasn’t used to feeling such anxiety. For the first time in recent memory he was feeling impatient and restless. It anyone had asked him a few days ago whether or not he’d feel such stress over a single mortal he would have scoffed mightily at the very notion. But now, as he ground his teeth waiting for Gwen-Stacey to finish her bloody day and fall asleep, he realized he was doing just that.

Shit. How did mortals do it? Just wait around to fall asleep and dream? What was so difficult about closing your eyes and dreaming in the middle of the day? Why did only the very young and the very old indulge in such wise behavior? It didn’t make any sense.

Morpheus stopped pacing and checked in on Gwen-Stacey. She was seated in a metal conveyance of some sort. She was travelling rapidly inside an underground tunnel – a subway it was called in her part of the world. It hurtled her and several hundred other mortals from one end of the city to the other. Morpheus didn’t think it was such a bad means of transport, first because it was quick and secondly because it was quick.

By Zeus, why couldn’t she just close her eyes and nod off for a second? Plenty of commuters did so every day. His patience at a complete and total end, Morpheus unfurled his large wings and descended into the mortal plane.

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Gwen-Stacey knew Morpheus was standing in front of her the second he’d appeared inside her subway car. His power alighted every other sense she had full usage of.