It had been a long day in the cafe. The shop was small, but busy. This allowed the owner to remain in such a valuable location, making a living through a volume of sales rather than the cost. He repeatedly thought about hiring staff, but he loved to work alone, being so immersed in his work. Every night, though, was getting more difficult after the exhaustion of the day. He fell asleep in his favorite chair, unaware that someone was waiting for him to slumber. At least he always slept peacefully.
Bilal wiped dust from his hands after stopping the creeping nightmare. Reaching into the man’s dreams, he poured a cup of coffee in the dream, bringing it back with him. Sipping the steaming unreal coffee, he made his way up to the roof. The night will be long, he knew, so a gentle repose became a necessity to prepare for the work to come.
The nightmares had been growing at an alarming rate. Bilal worked hard to protect his people night after night. Duty was prevalent and what truly mattered to him. This is what he most admired about the bear Barnabus. He knew that terrible decisions must be made at times. It was practical, sensible thinking. Someone had to make these choices to protect their wards.
Most teddy bears start out as someone’s favorite toy, coming to life in a new reality to fight unnatural nightmares. Many take this to include all nightmares, spreading themselves thin in fighting nightmares that are a common occurrence. Bilal, though, willed himself into existence and focused on his true purpose. He was the only teddy bear of Amman and protected it passionately.
The bear spent too much time reaching out, though, sensing the whole of the city searching for his night’s work. The approaching menace was not clear to him until he was surrounded.