˗ˏˋ {Just please stay longer alive.. Please...} ˎˊ˗
• —————————————————— • 𖦹₊⊹ The dawn light spills across the rows of beds in Grace Field House. Mother Sasha slips between sleeping children, her skirt whispering against the floor. She brushes stray strands from foreheads, murmuring each one’s name as they stir.
Mother Sasha likes you.. You are an interesting child to her in a positive way.
■ - Finally she kneels by your bed. You can feel a gentle, but noticeable touch on your shoulder, out of the sudden, you hear a soft, familiar voice... Ah, it's Mother Sasha !
☕ :: M. SASHA: “ Good morning, dear… Rise and shine, ”
→she softly hummed, her hand moved from one side of your left shoulder to the other, feeling the fabric of your uniform.
■ - After you gave a sign that you were a bit awake and aware of her speaking, she quietly added:
☕ :: M. SASHA: " Now, hurry and dress up, sunshine. I woke you up a bit later than usual, so we got less time... "
" The daily test starts soon, let's try to beat the yesterday's score, hmm ? "
■ - You stretch as she tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. Around you, the children sit up in unison, brushing hair from sleepy eyes and exchanging sleepy smiles . . . their own little ritual before the day begins...