It was Mike's turn. Cor took the long trek down to his apartment and found him sleeping on a bed in the separate room all the apartments had. His parents were in a bed in the open area. He mechanically placed his hands on his arm and temple—he didn't even think about doing the motion anymore—and concentrated on giving the dream. It'd gotten easier as the week passed. He still had to concentrate on sending the dream to Mike, and the warm feeling wasn't overwhelming anymore, but peaceful and comforting. As the dream moved, Cor sighed. He quietly got up and left the apartment. He didn't go up the stairs, though. He collapsed onto one of the rattier chairs in the sitting area, too tired to even attempt going to the top floor.
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FantasyCordonalae is a Draugma, a race of creatures who exist to give humans the dreams they are incapable of forming. In his world, his kind are imprisoned slaves, working endlessly so their dreams may be sold to the highest bidder Outside. Cor has never...
