It was an ordinary morning, nothing more than cloudy weather and an appearance that it might rain.

A man with tight skin was making breakfast for his child, making shapes with the fruits. A green apple like a turtle, grapes like spiders and a few small snacks on the side. The man looked up at the green awake peeking out.

"Oh, good morning, sleepyhead." He said with a chuckle. "Did you sleep well?" He asked without waiting for an exact answer, since his kid was mute.