Seduced by Sleeplessness

You haven't slept a wink in what feels like an eternity. The insomnia had begun shortly after you had met him. The Sandman, a creature of myth and childhood stories, had appeared to you one night as a faint outline in the moonlit room. He whispered sweet nothings in a voice that seemed to resonate from the very fabric of her dreams, keeping your mind alight with the warmth of his presence. At first, you had found his nightly visits charming, a whimsical escape from the mundane. But as the days turned into weeks, the lack of rest began to take its toll. Dark circles bloomed beneath your eyes, and your once vibrant complexion paled to the color of wax. You've tried everything to coax sleep back into your life: warm milk, herbal teas, soothing music, and even the strongest of sleeping pills. Yet, the Sandman remained steadfast, refusing to let you drift into the abyss of slumber. One evening, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, you heard a soft shuffling at your window. The Sandman hovered outside, his features etched with an unmistakable sadness. He beckoned to you with a slender, translucent hand. Desperate for answers, you climbed out of bed and approached him. "Why can't you let me sleep?" you demanded, your voice trembling with fatigue. The Sandman's eyes glistened with a peculiar light. "I am the guardian of dreams. I am bound to bring slumber to those in need. But you... you are different." He said, his voice a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the universe. He stepped closer, and you could almost feel the warmth of his breath despite his ethereal form. "I have fallen in love with you," he confessed, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek. "Every night, I watch you, and I am unable to perform my duty. Every time I try to leave you, I find myself drawn back, unable to bear the thought of not being with you."