Dear Mister Sandman

Chapter 23

Charlie looked at Morpheus with a very apologetic facial expression once again. Hoping he would now be a little less angry, she opened her mouth.

"Don't." Morpheus immediately scowled at her, pressing the bag of ice cubes harder against his cheek.

They were still on the plane and from what Charlie understood, she was being a disturbance to the public. Morpheus had quickly explained that she was under a spell or something similar. That's when her memories came back and they did not make her feel good.

When she woke up from whatever trance she was in, her eyes blinked open just in time to see some strange old man hitting Morpheus in the face. She had felt someone push her aggressively and like Morpheus, her vision became clearer with each push. Apparently the man was being too rough and Morpheus pushed him away in return. Then a fight erupted and the flight attendant came in between the two. After breaking them apart, she gave them a warning. One more wrong move and she was going to throw them into economy class.

"You can't be mad at me, I was under a spell." Charlie sighed.
"I know. But I do not desire to talk to you right now." Was his response. Fair enough, Charlie accepted and leaned back in her seat. She could only imagine how uncomfortable the situation was for Morpheus. To her, he looked like he was enjoying it too. Well, to her drugged self that was. There were so many expressions to describe what state she was in, yet they had no idea what exactly it was called.

"I'm really sorry." Charlie said again, which made Morpheus roll his eyes. If the situation would've been reversed and she was the one getting molested by Morpheus, she'd be traumatized. And she feared Morpheus felt so too. In a way, she was still terrified. Whatever caused them to act like love-sick fools on the plane, she did not want to have it again. So, following Morpheus, she glanced at the tea in front of her and left it alone.

Anything they touched and consumed on this plane was suspicious now. But they still had about eight hours on the plane and not drinking would be hard. Eating was going to be interesting too. But Charlie wasn't even hungry. She couldn't really feel anything but embarrassment, fear, shame and anger. Embarrassed, because of what happened. Afraid, because of what was going to happen. Ashamed, because Morpheus couldn't even look at her anymore. And angry, because she couldn't shake off the thought of Hypnos having something to do with it.

After all, Charlie knew he had connections and she did know a few things about Greek mythology. Even though Morpheus denied that Uvalions and Greek Gods were pretty much the exact same, she knew a lot of things that were happening in her life right now, really resembled a badly written myth.

Morpheus closed his eyes again, trying to reach the same stage of being as unbothered as before Miss Denver woke him up. But no matter what he thought about in order to fall back asleep, he could not for the life of him prevent his thoughts from steering back to what had happened merely a few minutes ago. Maybe that was because he really didn't mind the way she clinged to him. He didn't mind her warm lips caressing his neck. And he also didn't mind the amount of butterflies that erupted in his stomach when she touched him rather inappropriately.

And for that simple fact, he was very upset with himself. He was disappointed and ashamed. She had not even wanted to seduce him like that, so obviously in his mind, his reactions were uncalled for. She did not like him like that and telling himself that now, made him just as mad.

But why was he mad? He was not supposed to like her either. He was not supposed to feel the way he felt when she was that close to him. When she didn't annoy him for once. With her loving touch and soft kisses...

Morpheus shook his head again and heard Miss Denver immediately sigh. She was probably thinking his head shake was because he wanted to get the memories of the two together out of his mind. But in reality, he did not want to. Ugh, what was wrong with him. Morpheus clenched his fists and looked around.