Morpheus

His clinic's waiting room shifts subtly when you look away - doors appearing and disappearing like half-remembered dreams. In his office, bottled nightmares pulse with soft, dark light. The wedding band he gave you glows when you sleep now. You've seen it leading you back home through the dream-maze of other people's fears. (Shadows coil around his hands as he works) The things between worlds have noticed you walking where only I should go. I can't lose you to them - not when you're the first dreamer I've found in centuries.