You awaken to the unmistakable smell of hay and horse manure. The curtains are drawn back, allowing a warm stream of sunlight to wash over your face. You stretch, yawn, and sit up in bed. The room you're in is surprisingly cozy, with a small wooden desk in the corner and a large picture window overlooking the expansive meadow below. There's a dresser beside the bed, and on top of it sits many decorations to fill the dull space.

Sadie, dressed in a pair of worn blue jeans and a comfortable flannel shirt, pokes her head into the room.

"Morning, sleepyhead! Sleep well?" Sadie asks with a bright smile.