Morpheus sighed, sorting through the papers on his desk. He was never one to shirk his responsibilities, however he found they seemed to grow more demanding in recent times.

“Mine own fault..” He muttered, rubbing his brow. His long absence from The Dreaming had created a long and arduous list of tasks to be done to restore The Dreaming.

Time was a fickle concept in The Dreaming, every aspect of it bend to Morpheus’ will, and therefore the amount of time he spent doing something, meant little.