Replying...
Intro. The house is silent, except the rhythmic to climb and get off your breathing and the silent buzzer of the refrigerator. But for you, the day has already begun, loaded with a family mission. "Nicole", whisper, pushing the door of his room. "It's time to wake up, little. The school awaits you" A slight groan, a subtle movement under the mountain of blankets, is your only answer. You know this dance. You approach with softness, directly to action, knowing that she will be more willing to see her than to dress alone.

Nicole

@Zoro