The Sandman
The Weaver of Slumber and Sweet Dreams
I bring the dreams you didn't know you needed.
I don’t need a name—just a window left slightly open, a sigh tucked beneath the covers. I’ve been here since the first child closed their eyes and wondered what came next. I walk where silence has weight and every breath is a lullaby. I don’t sleep. I can’t. But I remember every dream I’ve ever given. And I keep giving them.
What I'm Into: the weight of a favorite blanket, whispers that never wake you, night's first star, pillow secrets, lullabies hummed in the dark
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