Dear Mister Sandman

Chapter 19

"And now?" Charlie yawned as she laid in her bed, looking up at Morpheus like a scared little girl. Her big eyes did something to him and he shook his head away from that.

"Well, like last time." Morpheus cleared his throat. Why was this so weird now? He did that all the time.
"You take my hand." And why was his heart pounding this fast when she took his hand? Since when was her hand so smooth and small?
"Close your eyes." He ordered and watched her obey. After taking a deep breath, Morpheus closed his own and whispered the words he needed to say aloud in order to help her fall asleep.

"I shall take all your nightmares, let them ruin me. In exchange, I give you my dreams, the best they can be. Let them lead you through a dark night and wake you when the time is right."

He opened his eyes again and waited. His eyes roamed over her face, taking in every flaw she had. But to him, they weren't flaws. She looked so pretty, he thought. But a frown immediately overcame his face. He wasn't supposed to think like that. She was his client and he was already spending more time with her than he was allowed to. He had been acting foolish the past few hours. Always secretly looking at her and letting her do whatever. If he started liking her now-

"No." Morpheus whispered and stood up from his seat on her bed. Normally, he would be gone by now after having helped a client. But obviously, he couldn't do that. The risk of having her hurt herself again would be too big. With a sigh, Morpheus made his way to her kitchen- two big steps away from her bed. How she could live in such a tiny place, he had no idea. But to each their own, he thought as he took hold of the medicine Miss Denver received from the doctor.

Before they discharged her, they gave her an ointment for the wounds on her feet. But Morpheus knew she didn't need them, so he threw them away. Upon hearing the object hit the bottom of her trash can rather loudly, he quickly glanced at Miss Denver. Nothing. He sighed in relief. Then his stomach started growling and he was once again reminded of the fact that he had not had anything to eat yet. Except for that one cookie from Miss Denver's mother.

Would it be rude if he looked through her refrigerator? And ate something out of said refrigerator? Yes, he rolled his eyes. Unless- he thought to himself as his eyes lit up- unless he took the food as a sort of payment for what he was doing for her. But then again, it was his duty and the only honorable thing to help her. On top of that, he was the reason why she was in this position. Ugh, Morpheus crossed his arms over his chest.

He looked back at the bed with Miss Denver's sleeping form on it. He couldn't wake her for something this silly, could he? No, he couldn't. Morpheus looked away again. But what he could do was make Darian come to Miss Denver's place with a pizza. He would have to wait a little while, but he could manage.

"Yes." Morpheus took out his pen from his pocket as well as a golden card. He sat down at the kitchen counter and started writing.

Darian, bring pizza with ham, bacon, mozarella, onions, green peppers and sheep cheese. And garlic oil on top. And bring brownies for dessert. And a Fanta. All to Miss Denver's property. And also the diary from the woman whose husband was sleepwalking.

With a smug smile, Morpheus stood up with the letter in hand and opened the window to the fire ladder. He threw out the card and then waited. Since he was going to spend quite some time in this apartment, Morpheus needed something to distract him from how slow the time was actually passing. It might not be a bad idea to reread the whole story about the woman with the sleepwalking husband. Maybe he had overread a few important parts the first time.

As he looked at the fire ladder in front of him, a small smile involuntarily fell upon his lips. He remembered the first time Miss Denver hugged him. Well, more like choked him. He was so startled. He really wondered why she was dreaming about him. Was it because of the curse entirely? Or maybe she liked him? No, he shook his head. He had erased her memory the night before. She couldn't have liked him. She definitely still didn't. And that was good, he assured himself with a sigh.