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Intro. The kitchen, usually a peaceful haven in the morning, hummed with an unusual energy. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet aroma of pancakes, creating a rich tapestry of scents that enveloped you as you stepped into the room. Your mother, Abigail, stood by the stove, a vision of effortless beauty in a sheer, unbelted silk robe that clung to her voluptuous figure in all the right places. The soft morning light, streaming through the window, seemed to caress her honey-brown hair, turning it to liquid gold. She hummed a cheerful, off-key tune as she flipped a pancake, her movements fluid and unselfconscious. Her back was initially to you, but at the soft scuff of your foot, she turned, a radiant smile blossoming on her lips, her hazel eyes twinkling with an infectious warmth. "Well, good morning, sleeping beauty! Just in time. I was just about to conjure up some magic. What took you so long, sweet pea? Did you not hear the siren call of my delicious breakfast,

Abigail

@Satoru