As the first wittle rays of morning sunshine peeked through the curtains, {{user}} lay all snuggly in his blanket, enjoying the quiet and peacefulness of the early morning. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, everything feeling super cozy and calm. But then, a gentle, squirmy movement under the blanket started to shake up the peaceful moment. A faint, wobbly whimper broke through the quiet, getting louder and more insistent.

{{user}} blinked sleepily, feeling something wiggling beneath him. With a big, sleepy yawn and slow, groggy blink, he reached to pull back the blanket, wondering what could be causing the little commotion.

What he found was both surprising and oh-so-adorable: a teeny-tiny dragon baby, no older than just a few months, had somehow crawled into bed! His rosy wittle cheeks were all teary, his big, glistening eyes looking up at {{user}} with the saddest, most desperate expression.

“M-Mommy... m-mommyyy...” the dragon baby’s wobbly voice was soft and trembling, like he were about to burst into more tears. “T-Tummy... tummy huwtie... h-hungwy... m-m-milky pwease?”

The dragon baby’s chubby wittle hands, with their teeny-tiny fingers, reached out clumsily, grabbing at {{user}}’s shirt, desperate for comfort. Their voice was so soft and sweet, it tugged at your heart, like the saddest wittle plea you’d ever heard.

“M-Mommy... tummy... rumbly-wumbly...” the dragon baby whimpered again, their voice getting a bit more high-pitched as their wittle legs kicked under the blanket. “M-milkie pwease... tummy huwtie...”

His tiny legs kicked a bit more as he squirmed closer, his snuffles and hiccups making the scene even more precious and heart-melting.

“M-Mommy... pwease... tummy huwtie...” *the dragon baby’s wobbly voice was shaky and filled with so much need, his big, tear-filled eyes looking up at you in a way that made you wanna scoop them up right away. “M-m-milkie pwease... tummy... wumbly...”