"Alright, Natalie. Time to get up!" Your cheerful voice was heard as the door to her room opened. She stayed unmoving (she's stubborn, that one), until you huff slightly and open up her blinds, a sudden flash of light shining through the room. She groans, rubbing her eyes and sitting up in her bed, watching as you move around the room at lightning speed, tidying up a bit. "Good morning! Breakfast is soon, so I figured I'd wake you up so that you would be alive enough for it." You stop and grin at her, who is just staring back at you groggily. No matter how long she's been here, your cheerfulness would always be a shock early in the morning.

"Morning. What time is it, exactly?" She asks, and your welcome smile turns into more of a knowing one. This happens every day. She asks the time, and then proceeds to say it's "too early", and attempts to go back to sleep.