#morpheus 001.

“darling, has it not been a night?” he sighs, rests along one of the pillars of the back rooms tucked away in the far corner of the hall. the night has gone on for too long and the windowsill has become a refuge, if only for the time being before he was to return back to the crowd again.

he imagined that if another was running into him here, they would not be too different from him.

“the night is still young, as they say. most unfortunately. how i do wish to go home.” he stretches leisurely, lounges himself lazily over the window alcove. “and you? have you come merely for a place to rest sore feet from your shoes, or are you perhaps seeking a little refuge too?” 

he shifts over to the side, makes room for his new guest as he tucks himself neatly into a corner.