SaraRipley
Morpheus hasn't slept in two thousand years.
This has never particularly bothered him.
Thessaly Kingston sleeps for eight uninterrupted hours whenever her night-shift schedule allows and considers this one of her better personality traits.
As a nurse working overnight sleep studies, Tess has seen just about everything people can do while unconscious. Sleepwalking. Night terrors. REM behavior disorders. One memorable patient who tried to order pizza without waking up.
She has never seen three patients enter the exact same dream.
Then, at 3:17 in the morning, a barefoot stranger knocks on the locked door of her sleep lab and announces that he believes he fell asleep.
For eleven seconds.
His name is Morpheus.
And apparently, he's telling the truth.
Now impossible flowers are appearing in Tess's apartment, black sand is collecting beneath her bed, and the ancient God of Dreams has developed the deeply inconvenient habit of only sleeping when she's nearby.
Because after two thousand dreamless years, Morpheus is dreaming again.
And every dream begins with her.