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Endless Passion- A Sandman Fan Fiction

IX. Berceuse

Synopsis: Lord Morpheus gifts Sabine everything she has ever dreamt of without asking for a thing in return. Sabine cannot fathom how much the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares seems to care for her, but similar sentiments become more common with other Dreaming residents. Sabine, in her solitude, wonders what else he knows...

   There was a time in Sabine’s life where she had everything a girl could dream for. She was a spoiled child, and her upbringing was spent wanting for nothing. Two homes- one in California, the other in Lahaina, her great grandmother’s property. A prestigious school, music lessons, American Girl Dolls, her own horse and stable on her family property. She remembered traveling across oceans to resorts for the summer, Disney World in the winter. But in the unfortunate turns of her adolescence, she began to accept nice things came with a cost- to herself, to the ones she loved. Income became less expendable when her parents passed, and only so much with other family members. As Lahina burned, the fire’s stretched hand took everything she ever remembered- including her precious Casper, a white  horse she loved dearly. She accepted that a life spent as a sleep psychologist would eventually sustain her. The Dremastone copy, however, was the straw that broke the camel’s back. A majority of her heirlooms were pawned to pay the crooked con who withheld the stone. All this, she accepted, she did not deserve, nor would ever come close to accumulating for herself in life. 

At least, within her life in the Waking World. 

What she found here was more than she could have ever hoped. 

  In the center of the room, backed against the wall of where she slept prior was that exact bed she described in the foyer- with long, sweeping, sky blue curtains that billowed in an invisible breeze, held up by silver columns. Silken sheets and a quilted comforter with the appearance of clouds spread across it. 

     She trembled, reaching forward to see the quilt patterns resembling breadfruit and passion flower stitching, just as her mother’s quilt did back in her apartment. Above her were vaulted ceilings, and a night sky welcomed her with shooting stars and dimming lights. She had every piece of furniture from her lost heirloom collection, delicately painted with silver and icicle blue etchings- a vanity, the chaise lounge with a surface that shimmered with diamonds, and her grandfather’s wardrobe standing guard, towering over her. Her favorite Monet print- Dancers in Blue, hung delicately on one wall, with arched windows and a terrace overlooking the Dreaming to her right. Fresh cut plumerias danced across the surface of water in floating glass viles alongside tea light candles, welcoming her with their delicate scent. It was equally elegant and comfortable. Every corner was a perfect balance of home and her desires for pretty things- a handful, she recognized from her apartment, one being the bookshelf of journals, with another leaflet open and empty. Beside it, a writing desk for more journaling and writing whatever she pleased. She had time now for all of it. Her eyes caught a leather-bound makeup kit with multiple tears, with silver-handled brushes itching to be used. Fragrance oils and colognes glimmered in the light coming in from the windows. All the pretty things she had ever saved in unemptied online shopping carts back home. Sabine wiped the corner of her eyes to conceal the tear that shed. She was rendered speechless, turning back to the giving Endless, whose smile grew, slowly. 

“I don’t know what to say.” Sabine uttered in a near whisper.

“You neednt say a word.” Dream affirmed, matching her tone, “Upon visiting your sister, I came to learn of your beautiful world, both dreaming and awake. And I decided to bring home to you.” 

Sabine’s feet shifted. She did not know whether to run away from him or to embrace him. Or to yell, or to weep, or to do all those things at once. 

“How did you know?” She asked, “And… Why?” 

“The brevity of your promise to protect Kalea has touched something within me.” Lord Morpheus approached the floating vases of water and made an adjustment, his fingertip sounding a loud ping into the room, “Your selflessness will not be forgotten.” 

Sabine slowly sank to the edge of her bed, resting a hand on her healing injury, too stunned to speak. Her hand ran over the quilt. Yes- it was HER bed. Everything belong to her. Lord Morpheus took this as his cue to give her space. 

“I shall leave you to rest for the evening.” Lord Morpheus said, “So you can become accustomed to your living space. There is an attached bathroom as well, in the next door over.” 

She was terrified to even look in the bathroom, but that would mean a test against the figure himself over one specific item within. A majority of these things she had written in journals- that he either knew because she was a dreamer, or he had read it. 

“The interior of the wardrobe, however, may take some time to populate,” Lord Morpheus added, “You will find some clothes there for now, but that may change soon.” 

“I’ll keep my eyes peeled then.” She said, “And the bookshelf… that’s for Lucienne’s delivery, right?” 

He nodded. 

“There will be times I will be out to aid dreamers in my realm, or collaborate in other realms beyond this one.” Morpheus said, “You are free to roam the grounds of this palace, and Fiddler’s Green is always open to you. However, the rest of the Dreaming is vast and plenty- I only ask you wait for me, should you choose to explore another day.” 

“So I can wander a little?” She asked, “Well. I figured in situations like this there was something forbidden. No limits, anything to steer clear of?” 

“That is inevitable.” Lord Morpheus’s tone grew a little more serious, “There are two locations that I ask you to avoid- the House of Mysteries and the House of Secrets, and the easternmost edge, where the night sky touches a mirrored surface of murky waters. You shall not enter there.” 

“I understand.” Sabine said, “.... I’m curious. But I understand. With names like that, I’d be hesitant to enter anyways. And technically, wouldn’t that be three places?” 

“You are weary.” Morpheus quipped, “We shall speak of this more another day.” 

“Wait, when can I see you again?” Sabine stood, her arm wrapping around the bedpost, “I mean… I know you’re busy. I’ll always find ways to occupy myself but…” 

She pulled back in shame at her own desperation to be close to him again, “So we can make time for those answers….”

“Tomorrow afternoon, when the sun is at its highest.” He answered, “I will see you then. And I will show you what I mean.” 

“Okay…” Sabine concealed her smile, “Thank you, Lord Morpheus.” 

He looked back at her in the doorway, “For what?” 

“For being so kind to me.” Sabine replied, “For giving me such beautiful things even when… When I nearly ruined everything.” 

The Lord’s ocean eyes glimmered on the surface. 

“Sabine.” Her name on his lips sounded like poetry, “As you remain here in the Dreaming, there is no necessity for formally addressing me. I have gone by many names before. You may call me by my name beyond a title. My other creations address me as Dream. You are more than welcome to call me as either, Morpheus, or as Dream the Endless. Whichever you decide, will not offend me.” 

His words seemed to unfurrow the stitch in her neck and shoulders, relaxing them. A soft sigh of relief left her lips. She smiled, looking down at the ground a moment before returning to look up at him again. 

“Good evening, Morpheus.” Sabine said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

He was pleased seeing her at ease, “Good evening to you, Sabine.”

As he shut the door behind him, a hand fell over her mouth to shut out the muffled scream that clattered beneath. 

“Sweet dreams!” She stupidly uttered, soon covering her mouth as the door shut, “Sweet dreams my ass! Stand up!!!! Stand! Up!” 

Sabine couldn’t decide if she was talking to herself or just processing the gift she had been given. 

“I’m beating his ass into next week.” Sabine stammered, “He better not spoil me. I’m insufferable enough.” 

She shook it off, checking her new room one more time. Her head was spinning as if she had something to drink. 

“This is all mine.” She whispered, “All of it. Oh my god, Kalea. Kalea is… No. I can’t.” She shook her head, “But…The bathroom was fine before. He couldn’t have… I swear to-”

She ran across the carpeted flooring to reach the doorhandle. The door opened into a large turkish bath, with circular ceilings light by golden fire. At the center, a pearl hued chamber filled with lily pads and simmering crystal waters. Above her, in marble ceiling frescos of a sunset sky were stained glass windows of sirens at play, that seemed to shimmer with movement. She let out a small cry of joy, stomping her feet. 

“I’m going to kill him!” She exclaimed, “He didn’t- and the sinks!” She cried, admiring the polished amenities before circular mirrors. But one thing in particular was what she was desperate to look for- and there, in its own protected corner surrounded by curtains was what she was looking for. 

Meanwhile, Dream was waiting patiently within earshot of Sabine’s chambers. He leaned against the palace wall, listening intently. He was grinning like a fool already at her ranting and raging. 

Soon, he delighted at the sound of Sabine’s squealing laughter from within her room, leaning against the wall outside. The joyous, bubbling, infectious sound brought a smile to his face. 

“Shut UP!” her voice buzzed from inside the walls, “He fucking didn’t! He got me a golden fucking toilet!” 

Her hands clapped aloud, as the thud of her jumping footsteps shook the wall. Her voice broke into brusts of wheezing and silence, as she hollered with glee at such a cheeky gift. 

“I’ll feel guilty later.” Sabine exclaimed, “Shiiiiyet, I’m taking a bath in this now. And is there- If there’s champagne and strawberries I might actually-”

“Look on the counter again, Sabine.” Dream murmured, pointing his finger upwards. On cue, another shrill giggle of glee rattled the wall, followed by a champagne cork popping. 

“Call me materialistic, But this is mine now!” She wondered aloud. 

He walked away quickly, on fast feet, trying to conceal his laughter. Lucienne approached him coming from the opposite direction with the cart of her book haul. Her brow arched high, she exchanged a knowing glance with her creator as he passed. Here was an immortal figure acting like a youth in love for the first time, pretending to be shocked he was caught with a spring in his step. 

“Not a word.” Morpheus chided. 

Lucienne put her hands up while guiding the cart, “I had no means to say anything aloud, sire.” 

He kept walking, forcing himself not to look back. Matthew was right about one thing. 

He was most certainly in for it now.

And so was Sabine, that night after an everything bath, an entire bottle of champagne, and more sensible pajamas, curling within the quilt he so kindly provided her. It did not smell like her childhood home, but that was okay. Gardenia and night jasmine bloomed, their soft perfume coming from the mini moon garden on her balcony. Her wet hair formed into soft curls with more volume than she could ever try at home, but a chill had settled. The guilt washed over her in silent tears to sleep again, as her back faced moonlight pouring through from the windows he carefully made. There was no shortage of tenderness in every inch of the place, not even in the photo Dream left on her bedside table of her and Kalea only four years prior. Her thumb brushed over her sister’s photo, as she curled deeper within herself. 

As Sabine dragged herself to bed, finally, in the inky hour of Dream’s skies, she couldn’t help but to ponder- if Kalea was finally freed from night terrors- would it ve possible to find her too, in the Dreaming? Would she know where to find her? And if so… Would Kalea forgive her? 

Her bereavement was interrupted, if for a moment, by the comforting bed that was made for her. She ran her hand across the satin sheets, in awe of them not making her slide off. A shadow loomed over her- a partial curtain moving on its own to block her eyes from the blinding moonlight. She rolled on her side, burrowing herself deeper into the covers. Tomorrow she would try to find more answers about Morpheus. But for now, she forced herself to sleep- her mind not wandering far from the way his silhouette towered over her. The sound of his gentle voice swarmed her thoughts enough already. And how she, deep down, craved the comfort of his protective arms when she ached, wondering what the velvet inside his coat felt like if she had rested against it for a moment. And she should’ve been angry to think such things. It was selfish. And maybe she had a right to be a little selfish after spending years pretending not to be. 

After all…. If he could make dreams possible, what else did he know about her deepest fantasies? 

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Author's note- True story, having a golden toilet is an extremely unserious dream I've always wanted for years. And I do not know why. When I was a kid, I genuinely thought that was a flex. Is it still? Yes. Is it impractical? Who the hell cares?!

Anyways... Tune in next week. I'm not sure if I'll post on Easter, It might be moved to the Friday before. You'll see!

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