The Sandman One-Shot

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He was here again. The man who had subtly watched over her and her dreams.

Not once had he approached her in the months he'd been watching her. She had been in this reality for the same amount of time.

"Won't you talk to me?" the dreamer asked, dancing over to him.

This was one of her normal dreams, rare and far between. She was at a fancy ball, dancing with several men, as she changed partners quite often, the sole purpose of all the switching being because the man that had intruded on her dreams moved around often, going in and out of her eyesight.

The man, whose name and purpose of existing she knew, but would not let on, did not reply. Instead, he vanished, causing the dreamer to once more switch partners in order to find him again.

She did this over and over, but still could not find him. In her final conclusion that he had left for good, she awakened.




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