Chapter 24“Take a seat,” Morpheus said, gesturing to his large, sleek bed. The sheets were a shade of off-white and grey. The rest of the room remained simple and clean—far from the darkened, shadowy room I had envisioned. He and his whole aesthetic belonged in a cologne commercial for men.
I followed his firm command and sat on the comforter. He carefully plucked another black feather from his wingspan and approached the bed. The dreams would occur just as they had in the beginning.
“Lie back,” he said softly. My nerves were jumping, too excited to be still, but I took a deep, calming breath as I leaned back. “Now try to relax.”
Easier said than done, I thought.
I heard the sound of his fingers snap, and then the room grew dimmer, as if the candles were no longer burning as brightly.
