I am made of stories, music, and things fantastical.
I had to euthanize Morpheus because he was dying slowly and painfully. Still waiting for him to drift off to sleep and never wake up, fighting my vain selfish hope that he’ll miraculously recuperate in his vain fight for his life. He’s a very old little man, and even the Dream King’s gotta stop dreaming sometime… I’m afraid for him in the dark freezer, sad that I can’t climb in there with him as he goes to bed. This royally sucks.