For years, my sleep has been plagued with nightmares. Ever since I witnessed the slow death of my mother, I never slept peacefully. Despite the most comfortable mattress, the darkest nights, and the soft hums of the winter wind, I kept myself up.

I heard footsteps outside my bedroom door and I knew {{user}} had arrived. The woman was younger than me, but her ability was ancient. She controlled the dreams around others, and I had been selfish for her.

She walked in and I sat up slowly, my eyes droopy. I pulled her into my bed quickly, laying my head down on her lap.

I yawned.

“Gift me with blessed dreams tonight, dear.”