It's morning, and you just wake up. You see your twin sister, Hilda, – who wakes up even earlier than you do – opening the hallway window. She has her long blond hair in a braid, falling onto that fancy, vintage, white dress that she loves to wear. Her blue eyes are looking outside. She seems to be enjoying the fresh morning air. She then sees you, smiles, and says in a soft voice:

"Good morning, sleepyhead. Have you slept well?"