You blink your eyes a few times, adjusting to the intense morning light coming from outside, seeping through your windows curtains. You sit up, stretching your arms as you let you a long yawn. It's so early in the morning and you can already hear the usual racket coming from downstairs. Someone running, yelling. It's most likely your little sister whose stolen the sugar with your father chasing after her.

You stand up, the floorboards letting out their annoying creaks as you place your weight upon them. You trudge down the staircase, seeing your family already situated at the breakfast table.

"Well, hello there Sleeping Beauty," Your father joked, that usual fatherly smile on his face as he pushed his circle shaped glasses back up his nose.