Morpheus had waited for days, hours on this morning not sure he should reveal himself. There was a gleam to this morning. The lamppost moist from the dew and the morning sunlight woke him. He had to take the chance; the resting of his heart was with him. She is his omphalos.
Troy stood there gazing at him, seeing the light in his eyes gleam, feeling the warmth of his fingers and the slowing down of his heartbeats. She had the sensation that she knew him. It calmed and centered her somehow. What a beautiful morning.