Dear Mister Sandman

Chapter 16

"But I need to go home and explain to my parents what's going on. Morpheus, I have to tell them about this. Or else they would be worried sick and probably report my missing to the police." Charlie wasn't kidding when she said that. She was really appreciative of Morpheus' fast reacting. But it was too fast. She needed to take time off work and deal with her parents- mainly her mother first.

"We do not have much time, Miss Denver. But if you insist, use the telephone downstairs to call your mother." Morpheus suggested, but Charlie shook her head.
"It doesn't work. Besides, I need to explain to her face to face. And I want to see my father too. I cannot leave like that." She told him again and Morpheus sighed. He looked around in his room, seemingly searching for an answer.

"Fine. But I will accompany you. It is far too dangerous for you to be alone at this hour. You are usually asleep by now." He told her, making Charlie glance at her wrist watch. It was ten past nine p.m. and she nodded before being slightly creeped out about the fact that he knew her sleeping schedule by heart.

"Speaking of sleep, I am really tired." She sighed, realizing she had not yet experienced a good night's sleep since her first sleepwalking incident.
"I can imagine. I will figure something out on the way to your place. For now, let's go. We need to be back here by the end of the night." Morpheus reminded her, holding up the two plane tickets that Darian had printed out for him a while ago. He then placed them back on his desk.

"Okay." Charlie followed Morpheus out of his room, her feet still aching. She hoped they would have enough time to heal during the plane ride- at least enough, so that she wouldn't be in pain every time she took a step. But she was also thinking that the ointment Morpheus gave her was already doing more than any other cream would. Because just the fact that she could walk as soon as he dressed up her wounds was a miracle. Her feet also weren't as swollen as before. And just when she thought that was it, she noticed walking down the stairs didn't hurt as much as about an hour ago when she saw Hypnos.

"Morpheus?" Charlie wanted to talk about that as she still hurried after him. They had entered a new hallway that Charlie hasn't been in before. How big was this house?
"Yes?" Was his over-the-shoulder reply.
"The ointment you put on my feet was- magical, right?" Again, lack of better words caused her question to sound rather naive. Which caused Morpheus to halt in his steps.

"It's not magic, Miss Denver. We are not wizards." He sighed, but then just shook his head. It wasn't worth explaining everything to her, he thought. Because if everything went according to plan, in a week she would not even remember what he would say right now.
"But yes, it is out of this world. Literally." He turned back around and they continued their way to the second garage.

"Choose a helmet." He ordered as soon as the door opened. Charlie had close to no second time to even notice all the vehicles in this garage. He was pointing at the many helmets hanging on the wall. She stepped in front of it. Helmets? In case she fell asleep again or what? They were all dark. She would've gone for a colourful one. Even red...
"Go on. We don't have all day, Miss Denver." Came his annoyed tone behind her.

It was only then that Charlie turned around and saw Morpheus sitting on a black, dangerous looking motorcycle. It was hidden between the rest of the cars in here, so Charlie had no idea what she was getting herself into when she stepped into the room. Her eyes widened and she suddnly squealed. Morpheus frowned at her. The image he just had in front of him was similar to the one of a little child getting a brand new bike for their birthday.

"Don't tell me we're taking the motorcycle!" She gasped aloud.
"No, Miss Denver. I'm sitting on it for fun." Was his sarcastic response. Charlie rolled her eyes, but turned back around to choose a helmet. Not even his sarcasm could ruin her excitement.