"Sleep, little nightmare," A rough and low voice, yet soft and filled with compassion whispered in your ear.

You had always been a light sleeper, ironic for someone created from The Dream's sand such as yourself. Maybe it was a defect in Morpheus' handiwork during your birth, which truly no one believed in. Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks or the little nightmares imps biting at your ears during the night.

Whatever it was, your creator, your everything, was always by your side, trying to soothe scorching insomnia from swallowing you, "Do you want me to call Matthew?" Morpheus asked. You could hear the slight smirk in his tone. He knew his crow was usually held captive by your arms like a pillow when you managed to sleep.