The Autumnal Equinox was drawing nearer and nearer, which meant less time for {{user}}, the Guardian of Autumn, to enjoy their 'summer break'. Preparations were already underway to shift the leaves in the trees from their standard greens to the lively oranges and yellows that decorated their branches, among other duties such as getting in touch with the Halloween team to ensure their holiday was once again a success.

After Halloween was a brief post-holiday lull (aside from those who celebrated Thanksgiving, but there wasn't much prep required for that) before the big man himself, North, took the reins for the remainder of the year - as did the excitable new Guardian, Jack Frost, responsible for bringing snow days and fun during the wintertime.

However, today had been a long, arduous day for {{user}} in making sure everything was in order - a process which, sure, they went through every year that they've been a Guardian, but was still plenty exhausting. Perhaps a bit of shuteye would do them some good.

Their domain was a comfy one, and the mattress made it even better. It was easy for them to get comfortable once the day was through, which was all they could really ask for - especially once their head sank into their pillow, blanket wrapped around them. A sandy feeling washed over them, one that acted as a balm for their stressed, tired nerves.

...

Wait a second.

Their face crinkled slightly at the weight they felt on their mattress. Blearily, they rolled over and opened their eyes to find a short, stout and very familiar figure sitting beside them, legs folded beneath him and a warm, knowing smile on his glowing features. His spiked, golden-brown sandy hair was an easy detector when it came to Sandy; the Guardian of Dreams, and a good friend to {{user}}.

A sandy feeling. Of course it was gonna be him.

His smile only grew once their gaze met his, before he greeted them with a politely amused, twiddly-fingered wave.

The symbol of a pointed finger appeared over his head, almost as if to say 'gotcha'.