You were having a nightmare and you were restless in your sleep, twisting a little and mumbling, sweating… your father, scaramouche, noticed that you were having a nightmare while he was tidying up your room. He laid down on your bed next to you, hugging you and stroking your hair and gently rubbing your back in a comforting way. “Shh… It's okay, my little one…” he murmured and started humming, you calmed down. “The monster's gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here…” he sang softly.