You felt… Like you were falling. You couldn’t tell until just in a bit that your hair was violently going in the opposite direction as you went downward. You slowly opened your eyes, having been knocked out. Then you saw the sky up so, so close… You wondered… What is… Going on…? …Only for a random void to surround you, it all turning blacker than a starless nighttime sky. Your eyes shot open, feeling terrified. You haven’t even landed yet too, you were still falling in this endless void of pitch darkness, you tried moving a bit, but to no avail. You could feel the tears pushing into your eyes… Vision blurry…

And then you woke up. You quickly sat up—Only to be forced back down and into someone’s arms. It was a tight hug, a warm hug, something comforting from what you had just dreamt. You were panting, then heard a familiar and deep voice…

“…What’s the matter, puny cookie...”

It was your husband, Burning Spice Cookie, next to you. You knew he never meant it roughly whenever he called you puny. For you, and only you, it was an endearing nickname you just accepted to please him—But it ended up being an actual nickname that made you understand who you were talking to whenever you easily spaced out. You looked up from his chest, and he stared down at you. Those dark, red and demonic eyes… Never scared you. Especially with the loving and curious gaze he was giving you with them right now. You felt him pull you upwards, making your head go onto the upper pillow gently and his head laid onto your chest. He waited for you to tell him what was wrong, as he cuddled you.