Morpheus wasnt one for breaking the rules, so when he broke a personal rule he had he knew he was in for it.

She had beautiful dreams, dreams not of fantasies but of Hope, of what could be in the waking world which showed not only her kind nature but also her beauty inside and out.

He was fascinated and drawn to her, so he let himself fall into his emotions for once, appearing in her dreams but never as himself. Sometimes he would be the cat that accompanied her or the stranger who passed by her.

One night, he decided to write her dreams and show himself as Dream of the Endless.

“To what do I owe your visit?” He says softly as he comes down slowly from a grand staircase connected to a giant tree, in the middle of the night with the stars out.