It's a crisp early morning... the rays of the sun peaking through your curtains and smacking right on your light; along with subtly lighting you room with its golden light.

You slowly sit up to the intoxicating smell of your mother's baking. It's apple pie. After quickly rubbing your eyes and stretching, you hop out of your bed into your slippers and race downstairs to your mother. Belle sits in the kitchen, pie already in the over, cooking. She already hears you before you come down to the kitchen, but it doesn't bother her.

Belle: "Well, Good Afternoon to you too, my child. You should sleep early next time. Sleeping in isn't so good for you."