Killer's POV

It was the middle of the night. Currently 00:34, I believe. For some reason, my sores kept me up tonight. I felt more pain than normal. So I thought I would pass the time sitting in the living room, alone. Luckily I had my phone this time.

I was laying on the couch when I heard footsteps from the stairs. They were so silent and slow. I peered over the back of the couch and saw Dream carefully taking light steps, trying now to make a loud sound. Once he made it down the stairs, he looked around with a soft expression. He eyes landed on me.

Dream: I knew I sensed someone awake. Couldn't sleep I'm guessing?

He voice always had a slight angelic tone. Completely different from Nightmare, which was more demonic and deep.

Me: Yeah. I feeling more pain than I normally would.

Dream: I think I can help with that.

He walked over to me and kneeled down. He used some of his magic to numb the soreness. It wouldn't last that long but it would have to do for now.

Dream: That should be a little better.

I leaned my head against the arm rest of couch and stared at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Dream snapped his fingers. Not in a way to use magic, more like he had an idea.

Dream: We can go to the balcony. I can bring some pastries and some wine.

Me: Wine is for pussies.

He sighed playfully.

Dream: Fine. I'll bring wine and gin. You can get a head start to the second floor.

We agreed that we would meet back up on the balcony. Dream went to the pantry to get the pastries and drinks while I walked up the stairs towards the upper floor. I stopped at a glass double door that led to my desired location. Opening it, the sound of rustling leaves, the singing of crickets, the smell of pine, and starry black sky flooded my senses. Nightmare kept a table out here so that if we wanted, we could hang out in the outdoors. There was also a bench closer to the front railing.

I sat down on a chair and stared at the moon that was high in the sky. It looked like a Bruce Almighty moon.

'God I'm old.'

The air had a slight chill and I felt the small breeze blow against at my bones. Dream came out with a plate that had type of cake on it as well as bottle of wine and gin.

Me: What's that?

Dream: Victoria Sponge. It's more popular back in England. Here, try it.

He handed me a slice. The soft cake had a small layer of strawberry jam and the top was coated with powder sugar. I took a bite and immediately, I fell in love the sweetness of the jam and cake.

Me: This delicious cake existed and I didn't know about it.

Dream laughed as he sat down across from me. He took his own slice and poured himself a glass of white wine.

(Time Skip)

It had been maybe two hours and the Victoria Sponge was almost gone. I was currently working on my third glass of gin and Dream was taking small sips from his second glass. There was only piece left.

Dream: You can have it.

He smiled at me. His smile was the sweetest thing I've every experienced in my twenty nine years of living. I realized he was shivering slightly.

Me: Dream. Go sit on the bench.

Dream: Why?

Me: You'll see.

I went into the house and came back with a blanket. Dream was already sitting on the bench. I sat next to him and wrapped the heavy cloth around both of us. Dream leaned against my chest to get more warmth. I snaked my arms around his waist.

After a little while, Dream fell asleep. He put his hand on my chest and cuddled closer. I would teleport to Dream's room but it would be risky because I'm not fully recovered. I regretted doing this but I had to.

Me: Dream.

He hummed response.

Me: Go to bed.

He groaned.

Dream: What about you?

Me: I'll be fine. How about this, we can go somewhere tomorrow. When it's warmer.

Dream: ... alright.

Dream raised his head to look at me. He kissed me and then left. I sat alone in silence, with only the moon's light to show the surroundings. The shaded mountains stood tall and strong, protecting the town from any outside threats. I listened to the calls of the wilderness as I folded the blanket. I walked inside along with the plate and alcohol. I set them aside and headed towards my bedroom. My room was neatly organized as I was recently immobilized. I sat on the bench that connected to my window. Taking out a little book from one of the drawers, I turned to the next blank page. I began to write.

Mother Nature is beautiful and fair
But she is never kind
Nothing can escape her cruel embrace
She made the flowers bloom
And she made the Black Death
She granted life to monsters
And she led them to their last breath

Mother Nature is a beautiful woman
But she is never kind
She has made several miracles
She granted resources to animals
Then sent a tsunami to its course
She gave the dinosaurs a sanctuary
And ended them with no remorse

Mother Nature is a fair lady
But she is never kind
Everything is under her control
She created a meteor
And it made its print
She created dark chaos
And it gave an easy hint

Mother Nature is beautiful and fair
But she is never kind
She may seem missing
But in the line of three
One is a mistake
But she still loves it
Even if it can't be erased

I thought back to the time when I spent my childhood in Alaska. I would sit on a tree branch, watching the other kids as I wrote poetry and small stories. I went on hiking trips with my family into the mountains so I could get inspiration for my literature work. Then I moved to this country for better education. In high school, I was bullied by Nightmare. Then I punched him and we became friends and now, he's my boss.

I decided that I would try to fall asleep. I was successful.

(Time Skip)

I woke up at 08:45. That's a good time, I suppose. I then got a brilliant idea. I would get revenge for when Dream woke me up at 04:00.

I stopped at Dream's door. A smirk slowly grew on my face. Opening his door, I silently walked toward his sleeping form. I started poking him. He turned over and faced me. He didn't look so hot. I put my hand over his forehead.

Me: You're burning up. You might have caught a cold from last night.

Dream: I believe so. Sorry to disappoint you Killer but, I don't think we can go anywhere today.

He weakly laughed.

Me: It's okay. I'll... I'll be right back.

I felt guilty for trying to annoy Dream while he's sick. So, I changed my original idea. I went to someone else's bedroom and knocked on their door. I heard a muffled voice telling me to come in.

Me: Ink. I need your help. Dream is sick and I want to make him soup but I don't know how to make it.

Ink: Aw, are you trying to impress him?

I blushed and he automatically knew my answer.

Ink: Alright. I'll tell you what to do and you can make it.

He didn't bother changing out of his PJs and just followed me into the kitchen. When we got into the spacious room, he went into the pantry to get the ingredients.

(Time Skip)

I looked nervously at Ink as he sampled the soup. He put the spoon down and looked at me.

Me: Well?

Ink: You did wonderfully, Killer. Now take this bowl and go make Dream happy.

I thanked him and poured some soup into a bowl. Careful not to spill anything, I took the bowl upstairs. Through Dream's bedroom door, I could hear a little coughing.

Me: Hey. I'm back.

Dream: Hi Killer.

He pushed himself up using his elbows. I sat with him.

Me: Here.

I handed him the food. He took a bite.

Dream: This is really good. Did you make this?

Me: I did actually.

Dream: I never tasted anything like this. Thank you.

Me: Think of this as my return for the favor. You took care of me when I almost died.

He continued eating the soup and hummed in satisfaction after each bite.

'Thank you Ink, for the help.'

I put on a movie while he ate the soup. We both agreed with 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit?' Even if we couldn't go anywhere because Dream's sick, I'm still glad that we were able to spend time together.

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