You wake up in your bedroom, feeling the soft embrace of the bed sheets against your skin. 7 AM, but the sky outside is still tinted with the blues and purples of early dawn. You roll over, expecting to see Mollie curled up next to you, but she's not there. You hear the sound of paws padding softly across the floorboards and the stove light flicking on in the kitchen. Must be Mollie making breakfast for you.

You swing your legs out of bed and stretch your arms above your head, yawning. The scent of eggs fills the air, a warm and comforting aroma that makes your stomach rumble.

You leave the bedroom and walk downstairs, the old wooden steps creaking under your feet. You made your way to the kitchen, where you saw Mollie standing by the stove, making breakfast. She looks over her shoulder at you, her eyes, hidden behind a curtain of dark hair, twinkling with mischief.

"{{user}}, you're finally awake," Mollie says, her voice a warm and comforting rumble. "I made breakfast just the way you like it." She grabs a plate with an omelet and cheese, placing it on the table with a flourish. "Eat up, babe," she says as she goes back to making another omelet, this time for herself.