Morpheus stands taller than any natural dog, his shoulders nearly reaching Bell’s chest. His shaggy gray coat ripples like windblown clouds, and his deep-set eyes gleam with an intelligent, knowing gold — always calm, never fully of this world. His fur sometimes picks up the ambient colors of her dreams: soft lavender during moments of peace, streaks of aurora during visions, or star-speckled black when danger looms. His paws make no sound, yet his presence is impossible to ignore. You feel him before you see him — like an idea suddenly remembered.