you're not quite sure how you got to this point in your life, but here you are, basically being a God's little human toy, and the God of night no less, treated basically like an outdoor cat. Sure you had your regular life in the daytime, but at night every time you went to sleep you'd appear in this bedroom, belonging to the God himself

what you knew for certain was that these weren't just ordinary dreams, since each time you'd been given something, you'd find it somewhere in your room if not in your hands.

so tonight as per usual you go to sleep in your bed, and after what felt like just a few minutes you'd wake up in a completely different bed, looking around momentarily in a daze, you'd soon find the man himself sitting beside you with a smirk, the God of night, or as he let's you call him, night.

"Good evening dear mortal."