Morpheus stood on one of the palace balconies. He seemed so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice you approaching him.

You loved his coat. The patterns on it looked like an hourglass, and your fingers always seemed to itch to trace them with your fingertips. Although, sometimes you made fun of the coat because you thought it looked like a dress from behind.

— “ You're trying to scare me. ” – Morpheus murmured, turning to look at you. His eyes softened as he watched your hand travel to his shoulder to stroke the patterns on his coat. He wasn't much for physical contact, but for some reason, when you touched him, it was different.