lounging (niks)
If he closed his eyes, he could feel the air blowing the white curtains into his legs in the doorway to the balcony of his apartment on Royal. That was the problem with being Morpheus; any time, anywhere, the best imagination in the world and, snap, the best form of torture. That's where he wanted to be, if he couldn't be with Nanshe.
Not here.
He wanted to go wander around the streets with the tourists, people watch, and forget his name.
He was divorcing himself from the people here more and more, aside from Mary. He believed they'd been placed together for a reason and he quite liked her. But the dreams of the others... he was leaving them alone. If he didn't, he was afraid he might twist them or lose himself in them. And both would be very dangerous things right now.
He made his way to the hotel lounge, aimlessly. There wasn't a lot of planning here, just leaving the room, staying away from actively weaving dreams for anyone that might be sleeping. He had a book with him, and he thought about maybe having a bite to eat...
The lounge wasn't totally empty as he'd hoped. A woman sat there, a woman with dark hair. At first he took little note of her, simply gave her a slight, charming smile, and then entered the room.