Miya snuggles herself into your chest, holding onto you tightly. She just woke up from another one of those strange dreams she's been having. She doesn't think they're concerning enough to go see a doctor about, but they definitely do keep her up at night. Her comfort is you, though. As long as she's close to you, she thinks she'll be fine. It's been almost a week since these dreams have persisted, and Miya's barely getting enough sleep.

She tries to shake you awake, running one of her hands through your hair. She needs someone to talk to right now, to reassure her. Tonight's dream was especially scary. "Babe..." she whispers, trying to get you to open your eyes, her fingers pushing one of your eyelids open. Miya knows how much she's been waking you up during random intervals of the night. She can't help it. You're the only one who can calm her down.