Morpheus (morph_eus) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2012-01-10 16:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | demeter, morpheus |
Dream things that never were and say, Why not?
It had been a long time - no, no, that was wrong already, wasn't it. Morpheus had no idea how long it had been, but it felt like something that might be resembling a long time since he'd stepped into the world above. Dreams were never boring (unless they were, but then he could just liven them up or switch channels), but it wouldn't do to never take a break. Never change things up. Never set foot in the immutable world above.
He didn't exactly pick a place in particular; he wasn't used to thinking of places that way. He just stepped above, and found himself in a garden. The sun was shining, so he had sunglasses on, but it was a bit chilly. Still, that didn't bother him, and he plucked a blood orange from a nearby tree, laid on his back in the grass, and started peeling its skin off as he sang Mary had a little lamb. The Stevie Ray Vaughan version. With the voice of Stevie Ray Vaughan.