Just because Dream hardly ever slept, that didn't mean he couldn't feel exhaustion. It was, he reasoned, one of the crueler parts of being him. When he was antisocial and the god his family hated, it was often due to just needing a goddamn break and not being granted one--and so were so many of his dalliances.
Morpheus took a deep breath, eyes closed. He folded his arms around Nanshe's waist and sank as deeply as he could into someone her size while still fully clothed.
I just woke up here.
"You were gone for months," he said. "I don't... I have no idea how I even got here. I was still in Jurassic Park or whatever."
But then there was that familiar pull, that thread unraveling that had to be followed.