The tea had been finished. The cup had been set on a table next to the bed. The pillows had been fluffed to perfection. And Hypnos had just settled himself into the mattress that had been recently stuffed with downy feathers from various birds. It was perfect. His eyes closed. He took a long slow breath, already beginning to drift into that nebulous world that was his own personal playground.
And then...
A voice. Calling his name. Calling his name and chiding him for not being a proper host. Hyp frowned at the ceiling, partially in irritation, partially in confusion. Had he invited someone to visit and forgotten that he'd issued such a missive? No. Nor had he any warning that someone was entering his home. Though he did not have doors, those that came to see him learned to find ways to announce their presence. Without actually verbally announcing as this voice was doing.
For a long moment, Hypnos pondered the possibility of ignoring the voice. Perhaps if he laid perfectly still, it would think he was not home and go away. He'd rather it just went away. But he had enough doubt about the success of that plan that, in the end, he decided it would be better to get up and shoo the voice and its owner out of his temple so he could get back to his planned nap.
With a little groan, he rolled out of his very comfortable bed and trudged toward the front of his temple. To be met with the sight of his sister playing with the vagaries of reality that permeated his home. “Hybris.” He yawned. “Sister, you should learn to wait for an invitation.”