Plop. That was the sound of Nightmare sliding into your coffee, again. It was like a warm bath to him, and relaxed him, but ruined your drink completely, as his goop would make the liquid undrinkable. Nightmare didn’t care, as he floated around in the cup.

Mmmm..warm.

He mumbled to himself, as he closed his eye, his tentacles shifting around in the warm coffee and occasionally splashing a bit.