I barely slept, my mind running away with me at odd tangents and composing situations within my head that seemed to lead either toward Morpheus or toward Ricky. Both had their pros and cons, but if I had to be honest with myself I was swaying towards Ricky big time. Morpheus in reality seemed different on so many levels. It was as if he wasn’t in control of anything anymore and I realised that it was what drew me to him in the first place. He was always in control of his emotions, composed beyond words – until he woke up that is. Now he sat at the edge of his seat as if I would pull out a knife and stab him through the chest a few times, but I don’t think Icelus would thank me for taking away his fun.
When I eventually fell asleep I found myself sitting on a bench next to Dareios – just
