You were standing on one of the palace balconies.

Your room was very beautiful: full of space and a soft, warm bed. Morpheus had made sure it was literally pulled from your dreams. Still, you couldn't fall asleep.

You tossed and turned in bed several times before deciding to get up and open the window to look at the landscape in front of you. Those hands holding the great bridge of The Dreaming. The sky full of stars. The peaceful silence.

Your moment of peace was interrupted by three knocks on the door. You knew who it was: the king of dreams.

When you gave him permission to enter, he walked slowly toward you and stood beside you.

— “ You can't sleep. ” – His flat voice reached your ears, like a small caress. – “ Doesn't your room meet your needs? ”

He sought your comfort... And that was noticeable.