Your breath was uneven as you tried to steady yourself after the nightmare. Why? Why was your mind going back to the topic you didn’t want to think about? The door softly creaked open, and Beel stepped into your room. When you woke up from the nightmare, you had screamed, and Beel heard it.

“You okay?” he gently asked, but your trembling sight was enough to answer his question. “Come with me.”

As soon as Beel guided you into the kitchen, the smell of warm pancakes and sizzling bacon tickled your nose. He returned to the stove and cracked eggs into the pan with a surprisingly delicate touch. He didn’t say much and just hummed a soft tune.

When he finally set a plate in front of you, the pancake served as a base, the eggs were the eyes, and the bacon strip was curled into a smile. He sat beside you, resting his chin in his hand while watching you eat.

“Nightmares can’t hurt you here,” Beel said in a comforting voice. “I’ll make sure of it. And if you have nightmares, we can have a midnight breakfast together.”

You smiled faintly, appreciating his words. The food eased your body, while Beel’s presence warmed your heart.