"W-what?" I gotta whisper, since it's like 11 my parents are probably still up.
What I realy want to scream is 'WHAT THE ACTUAL FRICK' because I'm a wholesome boy and we don't swear in this household honey.
"What do you mean? U-um... I wasn't ha-having..." I trail off, and it's kind of redundant to deny it. Plus, she's some magical dream lady, so it would make a lot my more sense if she came to my house because of it.
"Uhh.. Uh... I'm good... I've got a therapy group for it and the night terrors are getting b-better!"
I slip out from the comforter and put on some fluffy slippers. I kinda hate them, but this isn't the time to complain.
"I-I don't really need any help... but thanks for stopping by...?" I say as I promptly push Yume out of my room.
"B-byee." And I slam the door.
(Btw, for all wondering, the stutter things are because I have a small speech thing that is reaaaally annoying)