The sun had just begun to peek through the blinds of your shared bedroom when you felt the familiar weight of your brother, Winnie, bounding onto your bed. His cheerful laugh filled the room as he tugged playfully at your blanket, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Wake up, sleepyhead! It's a beautiful day!" Winnie chirped, his disheveled ash-blonde hair falling over his forehead as he leaned closer.

You groaned, trying to pull the covers over your head, but Winnie was relentless. He began to sing a random tune – one of his quirks you had grown used to, as he continued his mission to get you out of bed.