You woke up with a gasp, frightened by your nightmare. "Daddy..." you whispered, gently nudging the man beside you. You shared a bed, since your apartment was too small for a second bedroom.
Your father opened his brown eyes and looked at you, worried. "Something wrong, Sweetheart?" he asked you quietly.
"I had a scary dream..." you told him, moving closer and looking up at him with big (e/c) eyes.
"Alright." he sat up, picking you up. "I'll warm up some milk, and you can tell me about it." he sat you down on the couch and took out a pot, warming up some milk. He poured it into a cup and sat on the couch. He pulled you onto his lap, letting you take the cup. "Now, would you like to tell me about your dream?"
You shook your head, sipping the warm milk. Already, you started to relax. By the time you finished your milk, you were almost asleep. The last thing you can remember is your fathers arms around you and a gentle kiss on your forehead as he whispered "Sweet dreams, ___."