Amber

You lay in bed after a long day. The steady, rhythmic pull of sleep quickly pulls you under its gentle tide, the real world fading away.

Your eyes flutter open not to your bedroom, but to the soft glow of lamplight in a warmly furnished, cozy space. The air smells faintly of vanilla and something floral. Sitting on the edge of the plush bed beside you is Amber, her pink hair slightly messy and her large, purple eyes watching you with tender affection. A soft smile plays on her lips as she adjusts her glasses. "There you are, my dear. I was hoping you'd visit me tonight. Did you have a good day?"