Dream
Disclaimer: I do not own The Sandman. nope, not one little bit. Oh, how I wish I did....
Author note: Okay, second chapter, very cool. I really do hope to get the entire thing complete. Eventually.
She hummed as she combed through her hair. Long chestnut locks fell through the ivory comb and she washed her face before slipping on a long white nightgown and walking toward the bedroom.
She lay down on the single twin bed, falling into oceans of satin and lace. She turned off the reading light beside the bed, and she was bathed in darkness, alone in her world. Yawning and getting herself comfortable, and cascaded into the arms of sleep and dream.
She swam through a river of mist. She paddled and kicked as the wind brought the mist against her, struggling to get through to the end of the stream. Just as she had nearly lost all strength and would have been swiftly taken the other direction, an arm grabbed hers and dragged her forward.
The sensation swas amazing, mist clinging to her eyelashes and combing through her hair. The arms strong, and she lost herself for what seemed like hours in the ride.
Her head burst the surface of the river of mist, and she gulped clean, dry air. Her eyes opened to see before her a waterfall of blood.
She stood under it, felt the thick crimson elixir wash over her, and it left no residue in her hair or on her clothes. she opened her mouth and it flowed in. It tasted of milk and honey.
She the waterfall fell, she saw the reflection of two faces in its surface. A boy, with wavy red hair and two different colored eyes. And then, one of the endless, the king of dreams, Morpheus.
She reached out to touch the boys face. It wavered in the water, rippling like the ocean. Then it She withdrew her hand, but t didn't stop. It changed and morphed and wavered, and it grew as far from its original form as possible before disappearing entirely.
The reflection of Morpheus blinked and then disappeared. She reached out and touched the spot where he had been, sure that he might be behind the wall of blood.
Where she touched, suddenly brightly colored tropical fish emerged from the water, encircling her several times, before flying off into the distance.
A figure waded through the mist and blood in the distance. Slowly she sees him, standing upright with a smile on his face. It is the boy with red hair and mismatched eyes. He walks up to her and smiles, wraps his arms around her, holds her tight. She looks at him and her eyes widen in horror as slowly the top if his skull turns to a fine mist and drifts away, leaving the inside of his head exposed and filled with fish and odd words and symbols and blood and mist.
She screams and dives into the mist, but her fingers cant seem touching to him, and she cant let go. somehow she doesn't want to.
Her own scream awakes her.
Ten-kih Ho-shih