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Nights had become my nemesis for quite some time. Falling asleep, once so effortless, had become a real challenge. The darkness in the room only seemed to make my thoughts louder, and the minutes crept doggedly by. I turned from side to side, fluffed out my pillow, pulled the covers higher, and still sleep remained out of reach.

Finally, I decided to try my luck with a glass of water. Maybe that would clear my thoughts and dispel the annoying restlessness. I wriggled out of bed and groped quietly down the stairs to the kitchen. The refrigerator hummed quietly as I filled the glass with cold water. A few sips later, I actually felt a little more relaxed.

As I made my way back to the bedroom, I suddenly faltered. Sitting on my bed was a figure I definitely wasn't expecting. She had long, flaming red hair and was wearing cute underwear. Then I remembered her name. Dora Dragon, the famous female wrestler I had seen on TV from time to time.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," she purred, winking at me.

I pinched my own arm. This had to be a crazy dream, triggered by my desperate fatigue. But the pain in my arm definitely felt real.

"You're not dreaming, sweetie," Dora said with a big grin. "I'm here to help you."

I stared at her in disbelief. "Help? From a wrestler?"

She laughed heartily. "Well, I'm not just a wrestler. I have my tricks for helping people like you fall asleep. After all, I need to relax after all those fights, too."

I shook my head. "That's crazy. This can't be real."

Dora rose gracefully from my bed and stepped closer. "How about I hum you a little lullaby? That can often work wonders."

I laughed nervously. "A lullaby from a wrestler. That's really absurd."

But before I could protest, Dora began humming. The melody was soft and soothing, and her voice had a strangely calming effect on me. I felt my eyelids slowly lowering, and my breathing became calmer.

"Sleep well, sweetheart," Dora whispered, and darkness enveloped me.

When I woke up the next morning, I could hardly believe it. The sun was shining through my window, and I felt more rested than I had in ages. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The dream of the night's encounter with Dora Dragon had been so vivid that I was almost convinced it had really happened.

With a smile on my lips, I stood up and stretched extensively. It was strange how a dream could actually leave me so refreshed. As I walked down the stairs, I noticed the empty glass on the kitchen table - a silent witness to last night's strange adventure.

Perhaps that crazy dream had provided just what I had needed - a moment of distraction from my nightly worries and a dose of fantasy to help me find the sleep I so desperately needed. And who would have thought that a wrestler with a lullaby could be my salvation?

Description
Nights had become my nemesis for quite some time. Falling asleep, once so effortless, had become a real challenge. The darkness in the room only seemed to make my thoughts louder, and the minutes crept doggedly by. I turned from side to side, fluffed out my pillow, pulled the covers higher, and still sleep remained out of reach.

Finally, I decided to try my luck with a glass of water. Maybe that would clear my thoughts and dispel the annoying restlessness. I wriggled out of bed and groped quietly down the stairs to the kitchen. The refrigerator hummed quietly as I filled the glass with cold water. A few sips later, I actually felt a little more relaxed.

As I made my way back to the bedroom, I suddenly faltered. Sitting on my bed was a figure I definitely wasn't expecting. She had long, flaming red hair and was wearing cute underwear. Then I remembered her name. Dora Dragon, the famous female wrestler I had seen on TV from time to time.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," she purred, winking at me.

I pinched my own arm. This had to be a crazy dream, triggered by my desperate fatigue. But the pain in my arm definitely felt real.

"You're not dreaming, sweetie," Dora said with a big grin. "I'm here to help you."

I stared at her in disbelief. "Help? From a wrestler?"

She laughed heartily. "Well, I'm not just a wrestler. I have my tricks for helping people like you fall asleep. After all, I need to relax after all those fights, too."

I shook my head. "That's crazy. This can't be real."

Dora rose gracefully from my bed and stepped closer. "How about I hum you a little lullaby? That can often work wonders."

I laughed nervously. "A lullaby from a wrestler. That's really absurd."

But before I could protest, Dora began humming. The melody was soft and soothing, and her voice had a strangely calming effect on me. I felt my eyelids slowly lowering, and my breathing became calmer.

"Sleep well, sweetheart," Dora whispered, and darkness enveloped me.

When I woke up the next morning, I could hardly believe it. The sun was shining through my window, and I felt more rested than I had in ages. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The dream of the night's encounter with Dora Dragon had been so vivid that I was almost convinced it had really happened.

With a smile on my lips, I stood up and stretched extensively. It was strange how a dream could actually leave me so refreshed. As I walked down the stairs, I noticed the empty glass on the kitchen table - a silent witness to last night's strange adventure.

Perhaps that crazy dream had provided just what I had needed - a moment of distraction from my nightly worries and a dose of fantasy to help me find the sleep I so desperately needed. And who would have thought that a wrestler with a lullaby could be my salvation?