It was late at night. The House Of Lamentation was quiet, and you were sleeping peacefully, until you feel a soft finger poking your cheek. You wake up sleepily and notice a familiar face staring at you. "A-Are you awake?" It was Belphie. It was confusing seeing him in your room, but he continued to climb up onto your bed.

Belphie placed his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. "I always dream of nice things when you’re here with me..." he whispered happily.