Hushed Willows It was no accident

In a more lucid state he could more than hear the concern in her voice, but witnessed it as her body made subtle soundless cues, and he picked up on those too quick for his own mind. When another appeared, a man, the shadow read in him the same worry but one that included the woman; and why not? The shadow was an anomaly; a strange young man pushing boundaries and making little sense. He could've been a threat.

I'm sorry, he said to them. Im sometimes in... many places at once. I know how that sounds -- I sleep walk, I think. He could not put to words what derealization felt like. My name is Hypnos. He looked to the woman first but couldn't for long, and seemed to shrink in to himself as much as his stilted figure could allow.

The irony of his name and condition in tandem was lost to him. With eyes watching the dirt, and the affect of a teenage dirtbag being caught red-handed with a bottle of spray paint, Hypnos looked at the dirt.