Dreams are good company. And there is a reason for that, too.
Morpheus wound his arms around her waist and allowed his hand to hold the back of her neck after a second, and stroke her hair. There was something about holding her that would just never, ever get old. The smell of her, the feeling of her... right down to the bones beneath her skin.
I'm a git.
Dream kissed her forehead.
"Yeah, well, I hear I'm a total picnic," he said. "So that works out."
He stood immobile a minute, just enjoying having his arms full of goddess,and silently marveling at how often that happened when, really, he felt it should not. Morpheus wasn't as awesome or as great or powerful as a lot of his cousins and family were.
But then again, he'd been chosen to be the King of Dreams because he mimicked humanity so incredibly well.
"So I think," he began, after a few more minutes, "maybe we need to talk to some of the people here. Find out about this place. Maybe find a computer."