Pitch was spreading his usual rain of nightmares and terror to the children. Of course, he always had to be careful to not over do his job Or else the guardians would return.
He looked around him now and saw he was in the room that used to be dreamy. She hasn't come home for quite some time now.
And He struggled to allow himself to worry over her... But in truth, he was so worried. He knew that she was falling in love with the sandman and not him.
He honestly only wanted a someone to love him, to care for him. And he'll let these foolish dreams of love consume him for the time being.
Her room was fairly large with a Kings sized bed in the middle of the room, With Pale purple wallpaper and carpet, white furniture and a huge bookcase full of fairy tales and love poetry.
He chuckled and how romantic she seemed to be, and also at how imaginative. But a deep sigh found its way out of his pale gray lips.
What would He (the king of nightmares) Going to do about the woman he loved? He stalked towards her love poetry, and snacked the first book that had a darkened spine.
And read out loud the first poem he came across;
"Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. – William Shakespeare"
And the thought struck him! He'd write her a beautiful Love poem written by him truly. Oh this was a marvels idea.
-At the sandman's home-
He has been sending his dreams from his house to all the children. He knew he was being selfish by not leaving her side and creating his dreams properly, but he wasn't risking losing the only thing he loved.
He looked over to where she was currently sleeping. A sweet, soft snore would tease its way out of her every now and then.
A smile was on Sandy's Lips in an instant as soon as he saw her eyes flicker open. She blinked several times and slowly sat up, stretched and yawned. He went back to work.
She looked down at her clothes and thought that she hasn't washed or changed for about 2 weeks and she smelt herself... and GOSH didn't she smell horrific.
She needed to go home and at least have a shower and pack a suitcase if she was going to stay at the Sandman's home.
(So, I just had my Art exam, and Hopefully it went well. And I can't believe how many reviews I've gotten on this story! :'D Means alot to me guys! Also sorry for the Long-no-sh0w-updates ! Just everything is so busy and well.. You know how school is :L )