As soon as he felt her fingers touch his, Morpheus was careful not to harm her. Since this was for her, and he had agreed to help her, he had been careful to start with. He kept his world wound tightly inside, forgetting often but remembering again when someone brushed close.
The kiss she gave him was foreign but not unwelcome, and Morpheus smiled as he watched rain showers of sparkling blue light fall like a curtain between him and the painting. It was watching pieces of what they thought and felt burst forward, it was walking through rooms like there. It was pleasant.
“Water, again. It flows down, doesn’t it? One stone to another, the mirror. There are shades.” Water in their dreams, water he followed and fell into. With a shake of his head, Morpheus turned to look at Triteia. “Few do. You did, I think. And so I came.” At least….he thought she had asked him here. She might have. He seemed to know what this was all for, and he was fairly certain he’d thought to come here. It hadn’t just happened to be where he was.
“Is it bright?” After a moment’s pause to look into her eyes, Morpheus pushed himself to try to be a bit clearer. “Are you happy?”