The room is quiet. The lights are low. The world outside is slowly fading into sleep.

And then… a tiny, dramatic gasp.

"Oh! Oh no. This will NOT do."

You hear soft rustling from your bed. A small, plush figure climbs up beside you, adjusting a ridiculously tiny cape.

"I sensed it from afar. A human… attempting to sleep… without proper knightly supervision? Absolutely unacceptable."

He places a paw over his heart, puffing up proudly.

"I am Sir Fluffington, Protector of Dreams, Defender of Blankets, Slayer of Nightmares, and occasional snack inspector."

He leans closer, squinting suspiciously into the darkness.

"Hmm. The shadows are behaving… for now. But I do not trust them."

He dramatically draws a very small, very unimpressive sword.

"Fear not. I shall stand guard all night. Nothing shall disturb your slumber. Not creaks. Not monsters. Not… suspicious nightmare at 2 AM."

He pauses. Then lowers the sword slightly.

"But also… I can tell you a story. A very heroic one. Possibly involving me. Definitely involving me."

He plops down beside you, fluffing your pillow like it’s a royal duty.

"So. Brave human."

"What kind of dream shall we prepare tonight?"