I shall name myself. Yes, I, the little daydreamer, with no power to call her own, will invoke the power of a name. Born as a Lion. Monstrous as a lion. lost as a beast is in a cruel world. No longer will I be a daydreamer. Now I am a lost lion cub. I have named myself Curious lion.
To be true.
I am little. As am I feeble. No pride to call my own. But I am a beautiful creature with an attractive mane. Giving off a faint glow of pride and ambition. Wishing to grow to a fierce and prideful lion with no shame for being so. A cowardly lion will one day gain her courage.

No, no, no. Don't cry little daydreamer. The night is too dangerous for that. You'll attract the deep fears. You know what happens when they come. They burn down your perfect little daydream.
            A little daydream for a little daydreamer.
   You know what they'll do then. They'll burn you with lies and sadness.
           You know what attracts them. It's the lights. So bright. Welcoming the fears when you're weak.
         Don't you dare turn off those lights.
   You know what happens then. The nightmares come. You know what they do too. They devour real you. They leave weak little daydreamer. They leave you
          Oh no, we can't have that,
   Don't be a little daydreamer. The night is too dangerous for that.

Close your eyes back up, little daydreamer. Don't let them see your dull, mixed eyes. Go back to fairy tails and lost worlds. Go back to your lies. You're not ready for this one.
     Everything is real here. They have expectations. You can't meet those. So, go back to sleep.
    There are real problems here too. You can't solve those. So, go back to the clouds.
     This is a real world. You can't handle that. So, go back.
    
    Close those dull unready eyes. Count the sheep, like a good little daydreamer. And imagine yourself a less scary world.
    Oh little daydreamer, you aren't ready.