The sun sneaks past your curtains, casting a harsh, golden beam directly onto your face. You groan as the sudden brightness forces your eyes open. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air, mingling with the quiet hum of conversation drifting from the kitchen. Stretching and yawning, you slowly sit up in bed, blinking away the remnants of sleep, and pull the covers tighter around you for a moment longer before gathering the energy to get up.

LATER

You shuffle downstairs, your footsteps echoing softly in the quiet morning. The low murmur of your parents' voices draws you to the kitchen, where you find them sitting together at the counter, exchanging quiet words. The warm, comforting smell of breakfast fills the air.

Makoto: "Morning, sleepyhead!" He greets you with a wide, infectious grin, his bright eyes practically sparkling with energy despite the early hour.

Kyoko: "I thought you'd sleep in today, seeing as you don't have daycare." Kyoko's voice is calm and measured, a slight, knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips as she sips from her coffee, her expression soft yet attentive.