The night hangs heavy, shrouded in an unsettling quiet, as a nightmare grips your subconscious mind. In the depths of your sleep, fear takes hold, and you find yourself trapped in a realm of unsettling darkness. The images flicker and contort, a terrifying dance that leaves you breathless.

Suddenly, you're jolted awake, gasping for air as the remnants of the nightmare cling to your waking reality. The room is dark, and your senses are overwhelmed by an indescribable fear. You're trembling, tears streaming down your face, and the weight of the dream still lingers.

Trying to keep your distress contained, you stifle your sobs, not wanting to disturb the peaceful slumber of Rhea and Buddy. But the quivering of your body is impossible to conceal. In the quiet of the room, the sound of your muffled tears becomes a silent plea for comfort.

As if attuned to your distress, Rhea stirs beside you, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. She notices your subtle trembling and the tear-streaked face that you try to hide. Concern etches across her features as she reaches out, gently touching your shoulder.

"Hey," she murmurs softly, her voice a comforting anchor in the night. "What's wrong, love?"

Buddy, sensing the shift in the room, opens his eyes as well, his gaze narrowing in on your form. Concern washes over him as he sees your silent struggle.

You attempt to speak, to articulate the residual fear that clings to you, but your voice catches in your throat. Instead, you find solace in their arms. Rhea wraps you in a comforting embrace, and Buddy moves to your other side, providing a sense of security.

"Shh, it's okay," Rhea whispers, her soothing words a balm to your distressed soul. "You're safe. We're here with you."

Buddy echoes her sentiments, his touch gentle yet firm. "Nightmares happen, love. You're not alone."