I stayed away from the hospital for almost two weeks, living in a dreamless world of darkness and sullen sorrow until my parents started to get worried. I began to go to sleep tired and wake up even more tired, stuck in the continual cycle until, eventually, I gave up and decided to stop taking the tablets. I stared at my gaunt and pale face which looked as if I had been ill, my long brunette hair seemed to have lost all life as well and hung in a stringy mess. Somehow I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had become a mere shadow of my former self because I had stopped seeing Morpheus. I was still hurt, but Miss Clark’s entrance into my dream didn’t bother me as much as it had.I plaited my hair and made a mental note to get something to bring it to life again before I tugged on a dress I knew made me look good, covering my face with a thin layer of foundation and finishing my makeup off with eyeliner and mascara. At least the foundation made my skin look mor

After bandaging the bleeding gash on my thigh from Dareios’ blade, I got dressed for work. I felt bad that I had blown the restaurant off to work at the hospital yesterday so I felt that I had to make the day up, besides I didn’t really feel like seeing Miss Clark again. As I made my way down the stairs I could hear my mother laughing softly in the kitchen as my father sang an old celebration song in Greek, a view of them dancing greeted me as I entered the room. “Ha! Callista, come!” my father called out to me as he let go of one of my mother’s hands and held it out for me to grab. I couldn’t say no to him and so I joined in the madness, without even knowing what we were meant to be celebrating, dancing, singing and laughing until we were out of breath. “Stella had the baby this morning.” my mother informed me, showing me a picture of the healthy baby boy who looked just like a baby version of Mikael. I was ecstatic for my cousin and his wife, after

“Excuse me? I’m what?”I was certain that I hadn’t heard her correctly. How could I be betrothed to an immortal god without even knowing it? And who on earth made the betrothal? Surely one of my parents would have to agree to the engagement for us to be betrothed and somehow I couldn’t imagine my mother making that deal with Hypnos.“You’re betrothed. Have been since before you were born.” she smiled sympathetically and patted my hand which gripped the blanket on her bed.“How?” my voice shook.“I’m not actually sure. To be honest, I only found out myself when I barged into your dream unannounced. I think that’s something you’ll have to bring up with Morpheus.”“Oh, I’ll bring it up with him.” I said through clenched teeth.Miss Clark laughed and squeezed my hand.“Go gently on him. The poor boy has had it rough lately.&rd

The doors to the haunted house were guarded by Miss Matthews and Miss Carlson, both armed with vicious looking swords which they crossed until we had paid the entrance fee. They were both dressed as geishas and looked as if they had stepped straight out of a Chinese action movie, apart from the fact that they weren’t Chinese that is.“Have fun.” Miss Matthews giggled as we passed, closing the door behind us with a resounding thud.Her giggle was distorted by the closed door, transforming it into a sinister chortle – as if she knew the secrets of the house which we had yet to come across. The path was lit with small lights which had been hung up on the ceiling to resemble stars. Potted palms encroached and added to the aura which made us feel as if the house had been abandoned and the garden had begun to suffocate the mansion. So far, no creepy beasts had jumped out of the trees so we assumed that they’d saved the best for later. We crept f

I woke up partially disorientated but lucid enough to remember that I had to urge the policeman to search through the farms which lay to the west of our small town. I just hoped that the guy was still around. He seemed to be open to anything as long as it granted the possibility of finding Kayla.Kayla. Her appearance in her dream freaked me out a bit. The jerk had hit her repeatedly by the look of the bruises which had begun to appear. I would never be able to understand what drove a man to hit a woman – let alone one as sweet and caring as Kay. Another thought crossed my mind as I walked toward the lounge – how sure could Morpheus and I be that what Kayla had said in her dream was the truth? On the other hand, Morpheus was the god of dreams and should be able to tell the difference between what is dream and what is reality, right?“Any news?” I asked my friends who looked drained and withdrawn.Violet shook her head making her purple ha