Dear Mister Sandman

Chapter 12

"Miss Denver?" Morpheus had enough. He had been listening to her groaning and moaning for half an hour now.

She was still insisting on her privacy in the bathroom, but he could not simply sit there and just listen to her painfully getting rid of the thorns and splinters that were stuck in the bottoms of her feet. It must hurt like hell, he figured. And she probably didnt even have tweezers or anything. He had to help her, even though it was uncomfortable for both of them.

"I'm okay!" She cried out for the nth time since he left. He had tried to come in eight other times, but his patience was almost gone now.
"You must've stepped through the rose bushes in the garden on your way here. I will come inside and help you take care of your feet with the tweezers." He announced, trying something other than asking her if he could come in and help. Now he left no room for discussion and she had to just let him in.

"No!" She responded. There went his plan B.
"Miss Denver, you are not being reasonable." He told her, balling up his fists by his sides.
"I am, Morpheus. I am bloody naked!" She reminded him in a rather rude tone.
"It does not matter, we can handle this like adults!" He tried.

"But- but I'm naked!" She repeated, making Morpheus roll his eyes.
"So what? I won't look at you like that. I will simply take care of your feet. Not in a weird way of satisfying a fetish, of course! I don't have a foot fetish." He said. When Charlie didn't answer, his eyes widened.
"Not that I judge anyone that has a foot fetish. I, for my part just don't have one." He quickly explained.

"Are you implying that you think I have a foot fetish?" She asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"No. I don't know. I don't really care, Miss Denver. I'm just trying to help you. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be in this position. Let me help you, please." His eyes closed as he felt hopelessness overcome him. He had no idea how to fix anything in that moment. No idea how to move forward with her case. But he knew he was running out of time. The least he could do right now in order not to lose his mind was to at least help her with this issue.

"What did you just say?" Her voice was suddenly soft and filled with surprise.
"Please?" Morpheus repeated after rolling his eyes once more. How come whenever he said the word please, everybody was surprised? He did have manners and he was always polite. Granted, he did not often ask for anything. Hence the word please rarely passed his lips.

"Okay, but no looking." She sighed and braced herself as she thankfully still had enough foam left to cover her upper body. The bathroom door opened and revealed a nonchalant looking Morpheus. She wondered how he could pull that look off. She was feeling embarrassed as heck!

"I have tweezers in here." Was all he said before opening his medicine cabinet above the sink. Charlie watched as he took out a pair of shiny golden tweezers and wondered if everything in this house was golden.
"Is that okay?" She didn't even realize he took a seat on the rim of the tub, his body slightly turned to look at her.

"Yes." Her voice was almost gone. For no apparent reason.
"Well." He patted his lap and waited for Charlie's feet to settle onto it. Once she placed them on top of his thighs, he went to touch them.
"Pleace, be careful." Charlie was close to pulling them away again, he noticed.
"I will." He assured her, securing his grip on her by gently touching her left ankle with his left hand. He took his time observing the many splinters and thorns.

"It must hurt like hell." He commented.
"Trust me, it does." Was her response.
"It won't magically stop hurting, but we need to do this, so your wounds can start to heal." He reminded her, watching Miss Denver nod.

Morpheus looked at her face. She was so red, it would've been comical if he wasn't so sure that her blushing was probably mainly caused by her pain. And probably embarrassment. But Morpheus didn't feel like laughing as he saw her pained eyes. They were silently pleading him to be gentle. He was going to try his best, he told himself. And so he looked back at her feet.