madimpossibledreamer

           It’s too easy to convince himself he’s just dreaming when he goes about his morning routine, making himself a cup of coffee, Galen hovering in the edge of his vision watching the whole process like he’s some kind of wildlife observer.  Gideon would be annoyed by the implications he’s a wild animal, but he’s far too used to the treatment by this point.  It’s what prompts him to brainstorm out loud about another question he could (but won’t) ask.  “What aren’t you telling me?”
           Galen shakes his head, taking the cup out of Gideon’s hands.  He takes a sip and gives another thumbs-up which Matthew is beginning to suspect just might be sarcastic.  Maybe.  “Wrong question.  Answering it would take far too long, and you don’t have the time.”  He nods at the clock, and then the alarm wakes Matthew.  He pauses briefly to wonder if Galen isn’t using some kind of spell to invade his dreams, again, before he realizes that, real or not, Dream-Galen was right.  He doesn’t have the time to be thinking about this right now.