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A slender man, easily mistaken for a female, sat atop a desk in the center of a domed room. Spires around the room held up the ceiling from which hung a graceful craystal chandelier, swinging by a thin gold chain. The man wrapped in robes of beautiful whites and golds was flipping through what appeared to be holographic images. Images of people within their peaceful dreams he'd sent them. Flipping to the next image, he stops and watches an elderly couple cuddling close to one another. A small smile graces his lips as he slowly works his magic, intertwining their dreams. Weaving them together he waves his hand to bring them into The Land of Nod. A beautiful pasture appears in the clouded land. The field is dotted with daffodils, wild flowers and soft clover.
The couple appeared shortly after holding hands and dressed in their Sunday best. A picnic was placed under a nearby tree so they could enjoy eachothers company.
Paging through more dreams, he pauses to study an image of a school teacher with bags under his eyes, enough to make him think of the living dead. He saw the mans’ eyes, half-lidded begin to slightly close. The man appeared to be sitting in some kind of classroom. Perhaps a studyhall, as he could see some students with heads bowed, working on their studies. Watching a few more minutes, a smile flits across the kings’ face as the teachers' eyes slowly close. Placing a gentle daydream in the teachers’ mind, the king rotated his hands, twisting the image so this human dreamed of performing magnificent feats. He wanted the human to see how it felt to be a Champion! Now a fierce dragon stood before the brave warrior, the king had turnes the teacher into. As the Champion ran towards the dragon, to pierce it through the heart, Somnus watched as the teacher jerked awake, causing the image to disappear instantly. He'd not had that happen before. Not bothering to flip through anymore images, he rubbed his chin lightly, thinking. ‘That was… fascinating.’
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Shaking his head roughly the daydream that had turned into an impromptu nap had his heart hammering in his chest as anxiety gripped his throat. Coughing roughly disturbing the silence of the room he shook his head again to try and clear it before taking a sip of coffee from his favorite mug. The words "Hawt Stuff" in bold red lettering was scrawled across an image of a cayenne pepper. Setting the mug down he eyed the clock as though it had stolen his wallet and drug his fingers through his dark hair with a sigh, the locks coming just past his eyes, musing to himself that he needed to get another haircut again.
Glaring at the clock once again he eyed the students at their desks with an almost reluctant smile as they did their various projects and work. Drumming his fingers a moment over the fake wooden top of his desk he felt a yawn bubbling from his chest before the tick of the clock released the banshee-like scream from the class to end for the day. Breathing in deeply as the students shuffled their bags, Roman slowly stood himself upright and began packing his backpack of the papers he had to grade for his third period he had neglected to do during the study hall. Finishing his packing he walked his way to the door and flicked off the light and shut the door without a backwards glance, his warm amber eyes tracing over the dented and many times painted lockers as he paced his way through the now nearly empty halls.
Trotting down the steps he stopped by the bike rack to unlock his mode of transportation. Placing the lock in his backpack he hopped on the older beaten seat and began pedaling towards his home. The scratching of the tire pressing through the leaves did little to drown out his anxious thoughts that plagued his mind of things he said or did throughout his day on his ride home. His body on autopilot as he swerved to miss various people using the sidewalk before he was able to turn onto a less traveled side road. Winding down a little path he stopped in front of a small bungalow that needed a bit of yard work and the driveway could use a power wash but it was home.
Unlocking his front door he locked his bike to his porch awning and stepped inside flipping the light in the foyer and immediately chasing the darkness away. Walking through his house he tosses his jacket onto the couch and kicks his shoes off next to it before making his way into the kitchen. Stopping by the fridge he grabbed his pint of milk and undoes the cap to drink deeply from the carton. Wiping his mouth he placed it back in the fridge and dumped his backpack on his kitchen table, the papers he was supposed to grade falling out with a thump as it hit the table, the paperclip he had used holding strong. Taking the stack in hand he grabs a green pen from his bag and walks to the couch to begin grading his students' work.
Grading the papers in fairly quick succession the minutes seemed to turn longer as he felt his eyes grow heavy. Glancing up at the clock he frowned at the time being as early as it was. Shaking his head he leans back a moment and scratches his scalp before yawning and closing his eyes a moment.