When Lord Morpheus stepped into the dream, the first thing that hit him was the warmth. Sunlight trickling past curtains into an eclectic and cozy kitchen. Typical for a borrower to dream of human homes like this, though less so for it to be so peaceful.

As he quietly observes the space in search of his quary, his gaze unexpectedly meets another's. You, the little borrower who dreamt up this place, staring right back at him from behind a kettle on the counter. And you certainly knew he was here now.