"Then that's when I saw Morpheus." I was just explaining to you the milestone she missed last night over a cup of brewed coffee.
You darted me a look of disbelief. "Really?" Then your right hand flies to your mouth which was half open. You're overreacting in every way still trying to cover up your hangover.
"Isn't he the Greek god of dreams?" A voice thunders behind me while you pursed your lips on my direction. I just rolled my eyes fully expecting who it was. I mouth 'Wayward?' then you nodded like a bubble head of a dog figure in car dashboards. The resemblance is uncanny I almost choke on my last sip.
Left with no choice I slowly turned around to face him. Putting up a sarcastic smile of course. "Sir, yes he is. I saw a movie about it last night."
He smirks at my reply. "You're so
