Of course it hadn't seen a nightmare - he was right back where he had slept, minus one warm body. Poe was sitting up in bed, helping himself to a branch of purple grapes. He popped another one in his mouth as he saw Donald beginning to stir.

"Sleeping beauty finally rises." He mused after he chewed and swallowed. "Magica is taking a bath. She didn't want you to see her so unclean after all the fun we three had... she's so adorably fussy."

He picked off another grape and offered it to Donald's mouth. "Peckish? You have a lot of stamina you need to recover."