Hey! Haven't been around for a while, but here you are...I am thinking about continuing this one, but I'll leave it to you. I don't own the Sandman, Neil Gaiman does, I don't own Neil, his agent does...insert legal crud here...
I guess it all starts when I went to the library. Perhaps its starts before, but there is as good a place as any, it was a blistering 78 F2 (it was March in Wisconsin, 78 is blistering. Give me some credit.) The ice cream stand had just opened shop, and I had my first strawberry popsicle of the season. I threw the wrapper at garbage can, and walked inside the library before seeing it complete its arc. The cool crisp slightly musty smell of books waft over me, and I wound my way to the Young Adult section on the second floor, that looked like it was shoved into seven dwarfed shelves. 3 'Young Adult' applied to anyone between the ages of seven and one hundred and seven.
I picked up the next few Sandman comics that I peddled around the school. It was considered, "Too racy for High Schoolers" by the librarians, and "immoral values were shown in a well lit room" which made it that much more appealing. We laugh so hard Amy's close call in psychology when a teacher picked the book out of Amy's hands, to find that the naked Rose Walker telling Morpheus what flying dreams meant. Luckily for Amy the class was about to start a discussion about the topic, and Amy got away with a warning. She still reads them in class though. I sighed as I placed them in my arms, why on earth can't they go to the library themselves, I thought, but didn't mean it. I felt like I was a smuggler, shuffling contraband underneath the noses of authority.
I leapt and bounded down to the videos, desperately trying to find a movie starring Douglas Fairbanks Sr. that I hadn't seen before. Some woman came from behind and pulled me down until my ears reached her mouth, " You tell that young Gaiman fela ta watch 'is words," her voice gritted like sandpaper and her breath smelt of an old moldy cheese, " The gods ain't 'appy wit' 'im an neither am I." She let go of me, and patted my arm as I straightened up.
"I'm tellen' ya this 'cause youse got the look of the Dream'n 'bout ya, don't ya worry. 'With a message like that ol' Murphy will treat ya right and proper. Close your mouth gurl you look like a dead fish. Yes, yes…Murphy's alive and well, Neil couldn't get everything right. He got plenty wrong, let me tell you!" She folded her arms, and pursed her soured lips, "But now isn't the time, he got enough right to upset a lot of people, and…the others. You just get that to 'im now. Right. Good girl." She reached up to pat my shoulder, and left. I could feel my popsicle churn in the remains of my stomach, something big was going to happen, and Neil is in big trouble.
