She turns to her dreams more often than she does reality.
Inside them - those wondrous and phosphorescent fancies - he is always there, waiting for her.
Silver eyes like misty moonlight; skin so smooth and perfect it could have been carved from marble and hair the color of the blackest midnight, softer than swan feathers against her cheeks. A smile that could have put the stars to shame and a voice more saccharine than nectar, washing over every inch of her being like tender waves of satin.
Just like the other nights, he is stretched out across a bed of rich purple sheets and petals whiter than snow. Everywhere else she looks there is nothing but a stark, vast emptiness; save for him, smiling at her as if she is the morning sun come to greet his lips.
"You have returned," he murmurs, pale hand extending forward towards her. "I have missed you, my sweet. Come...lay next to me; share in sleep's sweet embrace."
She obeys in an instant, descending into the gossamer touch of the mattress as close as she can get to him, a sleepy joy swelling up inside her chest. "I have missed you as well," she answers softly once she is comfortable at his side.
Arms slide around her frame as if she is more fragile than glass; carefully, slowly, and delicately. He gazes down at her, eyes radiant with a warmth that she can feel into the deepest of her bones. "I get so lonely when you leave my side," he whispers, lowering his lips to her cheek as they travel the entire expanse of skin. "It is almost unbearable...but then you always return, just before I feel as if I shall go mad. My dear, sweet dreamer..."
"I feel so alone when I wake up now," she admits, shivering at his touch as her eyes drift shut. "I want to be by your side, always..."
As an answer his fingers begin to trail up and down her flesh; his caresses as gentle and soft as lace as he explores each and every inch of her, a familiar journey by now. Her lips part as a sigh escapes them, taking flight into the silence. He hums, lips now brushing against her own, the melody of his cadenza piercing straight into her chest and embracing her heart exquisitely.
"One day, you will," he vows sincerely as his mouth hovers above hers. "And we shall sleep in each other's arms for all eternity, dear one. I promise."
With that he kisses her and like all the other times, she feels as if her soul will leap from her body. It is luminous and dizzying, like a sense of vertigo encased with stardust. His taste is ambrosia, savory and delectable. This is what she lives for now - these brief but mesmerizing encounters with a man who must have been from the heavens himself. A god, with eyes and lips and voice that craved her and only her.
She is in love with him and her dreams, and all that matters is the here and now.
When he pulls away she almost whimpers with agony as a bleak vacuum fills her chest. She reaches for his face, desperate to stroke the porcelain features, yet he grasps her hand with his own before she can do so.
"Forgive me, my love. But our time is over yet again. I promise I shall be here, as always, waiting for you. But now..."
He begins to fade away, the silence turning into a cacophony of her protests.
"You must wake up, sweet dreamer. It is not yet your time for eternal sleep. Do not forget me as the others often do when they leave my realm...the land of the keeper of dreams."
And just like that, it is over.
Her eyes snap open and she jolts into a sitting position, gazing wearily at her fingers - fingers that were so close to touching his face.
She shudders; it is so cold now, so lonely and vacant without him.
Just like every other time before, she cries for him. Her Morpheus, whom she will always only see in her dreams, until the very end.