It had been two months since the boy’s attack.

I would definitely be a biased narrator if I said that things started to get better for the family, it didn’t; The father got sick, -“only a cold”- He told his son, -“don’t worry about me, worry about your sister, she’s three and does not understand everything”- and his mother’s funeral had been cold, and simple. Not many had gone to say good bye to her, “clearly no one likes the fact that she has decided to abandon all of us” The boy thought.

The boy continued to have his attacks nearly every Sunday, the rest of the days he seemed as fine as a little boy could be after losing his mom, but, you could catch him at night crying silently refusing to sleep, refusing to go with Morpheus, risking himself to see his mom, and feel once again, the treason. He didn’t want to pick up more broken promises, or have more deceptions, but, when he woke up in the morning, realizing he had fallen asleep, he banged his head against the wall, for being incapable of keeping a promise.

One day, he realized, after waking up from a dream he didn’t want to have, that, people needed to sleep, you couldn’t live without sleep, so, eventually, you needed so much sleep that you never woke up again. This thinking frightened him, and he was scared of the night and his bed, but, it made him understand that it was not his mother’s fault she had gone to sleep, she couldn’t have done anything. Everyone ended up sleeping forever, otherwise Morpheus would feel lonely.

It was the time Morpheus had stolen the boy and his mother what made the kid angry. He thought it was not fair, and sometimes his fury was such, that he blanked out and later found himself in the floor of his room with nearly everything in his room broken. The boy decided after one of these episodes, to give up his miserable Sundays and to try and control his attacks of fury until the day he had to fight against Morpheus if he ever decided again to take too soon one of his family members.

That day was close, and Morpheus was too silent for the boy this time.

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