Melissa had been heavily dozing, a stupor no doubt induced by her empty bladder and a very warm diaper, when the alarm sounded its wake-up call. After she had turned it off, a knock came on the door.
“Melissa, honey, are you up?”, came her mother’s typical morning phrase. She didn’t bother to wait for an answer and walked in swiftly, carrying a folded stack of clothes.
Melissa, who was sleepily coming to terms with existence, fished for her glasses on her bedside table.
“Moooom”, whined the girl.
“Rise and shine!”, proclaimed her mother, in another typical morning phrase.
“Rise yes, shine, I don’t know”, mumbled Melissa, sliding her glasses on and glancing out the window.
“It’s only wet snow. Not cold enough. Now go get some breakfast”, said her mother.