Day 0-Chapter 1: You’re Early

The beginning of the story.

It was a nice day out. Orange Sunshine Juice was aware, spilled around himself in the downright world of green and blue. The slight warbles of birds singing were a rewinding toon while everything else felt as if you had been playing a part in someone's body, a bag of rocks you could say, ready to tear through with just a simple weight pulling down into a space where all that could be felt was it tugging, drowning more of, towards a dim sunset. The ocean sings. For a slight moment, everything felt muffled like stuffing your face in a pillow full of fluffy feathers. A warm space so sudden the warbles got louder.

Now floating the only things in mind were remnants of bird pictures of all sorts jumping around and flapping around happily. A big bird swooping high and low, watching over as they were all living a life. The orange sunshine juice spills unto undimm itself into a brighter day and the weight tugged less. It felt like an eternal bliss of warm love. 

Not until suddenly all the warbles went away wiping away its smile, his one-way hope of a great music parade. It began to dim down, drying out the orange sunshine juice. There was nothing but a pitch-black darkness. It felt as cold as being naked in a cold cold freezer with nothing to give to or lose to. And there he remained all alone, numb and quiet with a lonely helpless mind and a lonely inner cry with a deep dark Ocean's current sweeping over his mind around the world of sorrow and joy.

Suddenly, the boy woke. Dolan, an Irish term for Dark; Bold; Black-haired, was his name which was also what his hair looked like. He also had slightly long wavy hair reaching to his neck, being slicked back and messy. Although it was too dark to even see anything. Gasping breathlessly he lifted his back from what felt like a rocky marbled floor and he looked around. It was too dark to see anything so Dolan tried to remain calm but the darkness kept him in a paranoid state.

As he kept on breathing his throat began to choke a bit, a hurting sensation, feeling almost like getting stung in the throat by a hornet or catching a strong lumpy cold in the throat. With all this he begins to wonder if he's dead, he freaks himself out. “Is this hell?... Eternal darkness? Am I in hell? No No No.” He thought of a place, heaven, and wondered what he did wrong to miss that destination. “My mind…it hurts so much.”

He then remembers he had a backpack but didn’t remember why he had or brought a backpack. He looks through the darkness, patting the floor like searching for a pair of glasses he just lost. It took a while for nothing but he was still dedicated. “Maybe when you die you don’t take the things you possess.” “I better not be dead,” he thought. 

He wipes his mind away and continues patting. “Maybe this is just a nightmare… yes maybe,” he thought again repeating “Maybe Maybe Maybe Maybe” in his head while breathing fast and patting the floor like crazy. Searching, a sudden small thing hit his head.. a pebble. He hears a young girl's muffled voice leading along with the sound of her digging and grunting followed by the sound of rocks and pebbles clacking on the ground. 

That's when Dolan realized he was in a deep cave pit not in a cold dark lonely hell. Click N’ clack, a light made its way through. “Dolan? You there?” shouted a young girl. He could see how deep the pit was from the roof to the bottom of the cave pit. 

“I feel hazy… I don’t remember anything and I don’t know what's going on. How come I get the feeling that I do?,” thought Dolan. Dolan tried to shout out but a painful tug on his throat was felt. Dolan, confused, tried to shout again. “Dolan?” said the girl in a sad firm tone. “Where are you?” she said as her figure showed her standing up sounding all worried and speaking to what seemed like other kids behind her. 

Dolan tries and tries to yell but something led to nothing. Desperate, he looks for rocks on the ground, blindly, and tries to throw them towards the hole she made. As he threw them they fell and clicked and clacked on the ground causing echoes to go around through certain cave spots. The young girl peeps her head. “Dolan? Was that you?”

 Dolan continues to throw rocks to get more of her attention but a sudden click and screech echoes back. Dolan turns around quickly and turns back again to look at the girl. His only help had run off leaving him trapped with something that felt eternal. It lurks in the shadows. Dolan, not hesitant, starts to search for his backpack to get the materials to fend himself off with the darkness and the monster that was to come.

With some light making its way, it made it a bit easier to see in the dark. 

Right as he was going to continue searching, something caught his throat. A burning sensation could be felt rising and rising each time he tried breathing. He was choking. No one was around to help but himself. 

He takes action by punching and slamming his stomach as a way of helping. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! And the final one, Eight! Eight hard thuds. With each hit a sharp pain could be felt coming up his throat. Although his Eighth punch was his final he didn't stop choking, so Dolan reached into his mouth, into his throat, and pulled slowly and painfully something sharp and long. He coughs and gags as he drops it on the floor, not knowing what it was because of how dark it was, He gets confused. 

He looks around, wondering what was going on. How did something so long and sharp make its way in there and how did he survive? He hears another screech behind him along with some clicks and footsteps that sounded like heavy thuds forcing him to stop questioning things and search for a place to hide. Looking around he then spots his backpack on a spiky dripstone hanging on with its grab handle. 

Dolan, without hesitation, starts to climb up while pebbles stumble down his spiky mountain boots. He hears another screech along with splatters of water and pitter patter. As he reached for his backpack, a burst of bats bursted their way out towards Dolan, forcing him to hang on his backpack while the screeching continued to get louder. As the bats flew towards him it caused the backpacks grab handle to rip, snapping, he rolls down the triangular drip stone as he holds onto his backpack for dear life. He scrapes his arms, head, and knees as he falls lastly, leading into a heavy thud front side first. 

He gets up shaking, bleeding from his nose, head, knees, with his clothing also torn and stained with blood, he coughs out blood. The bats then began to make their way up, covering the hole that shed some light through, and so Dolan opened his backpack quickly searching for his flashlight as the light slowly faded out. As he digs around, he takes out his big cheap flashlight and turns it on with some struggles. He then shines his flash around and takes his pocketknife out.

He hears the screeching behind him getting louder and so he quickly turns around. Freaked out, he turns around again in the other direction shining his flashlight around searching for a spot to hide. He spots a crack near a boulder, big enough for him to fit through, and quickly sprints his way across with the pain of the harm. As he was getting inside the crack he turned his flashlight off while trying to remain quiet. 

He sat there as the remaining screeching stopped echoing. Everything turned into an odd silence. Dolan could hear himself trying not to choke on his breath as he focused on total darkness. Dolan, with his heart rate up, starts to hear the sound of rubble falling and the sound of something lurking in the dark. 

He begins to hear a growled voice whispering that seemed to be saying gibberish words along with the sound of scraping oneself. “Ssspsspspspsp aaah spspsp psspss kerkerker graah kerker ah sssssssss'' is what could be heard. Dolan huddles his arms around his knees while waiting for the time to pass hoping it doesn't come his way. He was afraid. He then hears the sound of something falling, a thud, and the sound of slow heavy footsteps walking at a direction slowly dying off each sec went by. “Maybe the creature left?” so Dolan thought. 

Although Dolan was hesitant to peek so Dolan sat there for 5 silent minutes. After sitting through the sound of bats flapping could be heard. The silence had gone out and the howls returned. Dolan peaks his head out and turns his flashlight on. He sees nothing but the fog of kicked dirt and gravel and the pillars of rocks and boulders surrounding the cave. 

As he was making his way out the crack silently he felt something hit his head and bounce off leading to the sound of a clinking fallen coin. “A coin?” Dolan thought. He shines his flashlight on it and picks it up. “A gold coin!” Dolan then hears the sound of something being restored; The sound of falling, piling coins. 

Dolan quickly looks up and shines his flashlight around. Piles of coins falling from the roof of the cave formed and formed toppling one onto another.  As he shined the light the reflection of the piled coins lit up the cave. He spots more than gold coins falling. He spots some iron, some diamonds, even more ores, and gems, along with some rare clothing fabric, even some rare vegetation, clothing, crowns, armor, paintings, thrones,  jewelry, beds, shoes, cooked food, and so on with old and new fusing to one. 

It was almost like a vivid dream, something you don’t see everyday but see in movies, video games, and comics. It was like an ocean's tide splashing and breezing over, taking even a breath away, and returning it. He drops the coin and walks around the clinking like some enchanted Wizard Of Oz forest while shining his flashlight around.

He felt tempted but resisted taking, he just can't risk it, all that fantasy caught him to it. What Dolan was looking for was for a way out and so he spotted a one way path, a hollow cave-way. He turned around to look back to make sure if he missed something but the only thing he saw was The Oceans Glimmery Shine watching him. 

And so he walks in front of the hollow cave, very afraid. It stared back like as if a black tom cat was ready to gobble him up and so he took a deep breath and walked into the darkness but Dolan, being so consumed by darkness and with only a one way light didn't realize the monster behind him lurking, listening to every move he made, and every step he took.

As Dolan continued, he stopped because he spotted something that caught his attention. A beam of sunlight shining over a stone statue of a serious looking man sitting on a throne with plant life growing around it, he had an oddly golden shaped crown with many things sitting on his head and some strange looking tools on both hands. He felt some strange energy pulling him as if it wanted his attention. As Dolan got closer and closer, he felt his soul leaving his body.

He stands there looking up above the statue. There was something about that crown. He then looks above the crown and spots a giant hole where the ray of sunlight was coming from. It was not all too far away from the bottom of the cave. “Finally, a way out of this nightmare," thought Dolan. He walks past the statue, not feeling the gravitation anymore, and begins to climb his way up.

So close to the cave's way out, everything began to shake which felt like an angry earthquake. Dolan falls and lands on his backpack, breaking stuff inside, shattering his flashlight, with the way out also getting blocked off by giant turbulent boulders. His final light flickers reveal that a new path opened up, somewhere much deeper and then it went out just like that, leaving Dolan in total darkness. Dolan gets up, goes against the wall, sighs and shudders. 

“What do I do now?” He thought. He then thinks of something and begins to slide his hand against the wall as a way to know where he's going. As he walked and walked, which really didn't feel like he was going anywhere, he felt like sitting down but he just didn't want to stay trapped in the pitch black darkness so he continued. He suddenly bumps into something mushy, wet, and bouncy which startles him, thinking this might be the end, he takes his pocket knife out, until he starts to see a dim light light up. A bioluminescent mushroom it was. 

He takes a good look at it. He had never seen such a mushroom before, it was green, purple, and blue, almost like northern lights, and it was also very big with multiple glowing mushroom caps growing alongside the sides with each one being different sizes. Dolan, unsure if they are safe to touch, takes gloves out of his backpack, cuts a couple of them out, puts them in a clear bag he had in his backpack, ties it, and uses it as a light source. 

He felt a bit of joy, he was lucky enough to bump into one. He continues the cave's root with it. As he walked and walked, which felt like ages, he bumps into a dead end. He looks around and spots another cave-way on the right side of himself. He walks towards that direction as he hoped he would find a way out, and while walking, he steps on a meaty vine.

Suddenly, he felt something swing at him. Stumbling, he falls on his elbows, dropping his bag of glowing mushrooms. He gets up scratching his head, thinking he bumped into another mushroom without realizing, and reaches for his glowing mushroom bag but something stops him. A hand plummets down before him with the glowing mushroom light casting over it, he gets startled, quickly picks up the mushroom bag, and takes a couple of quick steps back while aiming his pocket knife. 

Thinking something should have been attacking him he was surprised nothing happened so Dolan cast the light over the hand. The hand looked lifeless and so he slowly cast the mushroom much further to see who it was. It was a young adult Asian boy who seemed dead, with dissolved body parts, being completely nude. Dolan, shocked as ever, titters his teeth with fear arching over his back. 

He had this feeling he knew him but couldn't recall who he was. He could just make up a feeling of a good friend's brother with no face. He slowly backs away with fear in his eyes and bumps into something on his back. He quickly turns around, an old man, dead, he falls on Dolan causing Dolan to push his corpse away. His nude body hits the floor as he hears a thud from behind. He turns around quickly only to notice his brother, Barca nude and a bit dissolved/dismembered. 

He then looks down, eyes wide open, and attempts to puke as more bodies continue to fall out of nowhere, behind him, in front, nearsighted, and far he hyperventilates. He had seen his older brother and many other people dead. The more the bodies fell the more disfigured they were. He then starts to run as more and more bodies fall around him. He tripped, he rolled, he sprinted, which seemed endless. 

As he ran and ran he could hear a voice behind him. “Run all you want. It's still your doin” the sound of a man with a deep voice could be heard teasing and echoing in his head. Dolan continues to run and bumps into a dead end. Bodies falling around him, he refused to turn around as the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard. He tried to calm down knowing that if he turned around and tried running or fighting he would probably turn his faith around and might meet something beyond his very own eyes. He shut his eyes, clasped his hands together, and began to pray while whispering to himself.

Not knowing his throat was functioning, feeling numb, he continued. Suddenly, the loud footsteps stopped. The sound of falling bodies continued as he felt a figure standing behind him and looking down on him. “Praying won't help, Dolan.” said the figure behind him with a cold deep voice. Dolan choked a bit, gulped, and still, Dolan continued. He could feel the figure behind him, crouching down behind him to sound more clearly by his ear. 

“Hey Dolan, turn around and open your eyes. You’d be surprised” Dolan continues. “You’ve got to see it, Dolan, for I’ve seen it too, Dolan.” Dolan continues. He feels the figure stand up behind him, the sound of falling bodies stopped, and the odd silence returned. Dolan continues “It will happen. You will see. I will make sure you will.” Dolan continued. “Dolan” the sound of a deep firm voice is how he sounded. He feels the figure's presence disappear which follows by going even more silent, no bodies falling, no nothing, just the sound of the cave's roots howling lightly and dripping drops of water. 

He opens his eyes and turns around. Nothing was in sight but darkness, not even the fallen dead bodies. He falls to his knees and thinks about the dead people, his brother especially. Tears in the eye he begins to cry silently. Suddenly he feels something pick him up by the arms, T-cross position. He didnt see who grabbed him, “DOLAN, SEE IT ALL!” Shouted the same figure as he held him up high. His eyes open wide as his tears drain out. 

He sees a pile of dead, a ruined world where everyone once lived, a whole universe set to ablaze, he sees an eye of anger, an eye of fearness, an eye of disgust, an eye of surprise, an eye of sadness, an eye of madness, an eye of happiness, an eye of gladness, and a man sitting on a throne with a weird looking crown, watching down above everything all else, arrogantly and impatiently waiting with him leaning with his fist against his chin following up with a blank white space and with a big unknown bird, a falcon, and a dove flying freely all together. The figure then drops him and he falls to the ground palms and knees first. Dolan shakes frantically witnessing what he saw, he struggles to get up. 

Suddenly he feels some magnetic force push him down, breaking the ground like fragile glass, he falls into a deep dark pit. As he fell he could see a figure above him watching as he fell. Falling, he could hear echoes of anger, disgust, surprise, sadness, fearness, and happiness with gladness all together. “Why? Why?!” “We just wanted to be the happiest we’ve ever been…” “You're scaring me, please don’t hurt me.” “you made my smile” “I’m glad you were born” as he continued to hear echoes of them, tears gushed from his eyes. 

He had been feeling all those feelings. As he slowly shut his eyes he could see a lady sitting on the floor. She looked like she was welcoming him, like a mothers love she opens her arms out to hug him like if he were hers. Dolan then shuts his eyes, with a last teardrop, he embraces her as she catches him. The echoes stopped.

“You're safe for now. You must continue and you must live.” said the girl, she looked to the side, looked back at him, and then carried on by whispering “I love you, my baby” following by a smooch on his forehead. She then lets out her final whisper “I love you, a farewell”, a final breath from her as she looks up she disappears and then all Dolan could hear was the sound of a grown man crying, sobbing uncontrollably like if he lost someone. Everything then went silent and peaceful as everything turned to a black      static. 

A light tweet and warble could be heard. Thy Same sudden birds could be heard singing for a moment. Thy same remnant pictures of birds could be seen, but there was some new feeling., a slight touch of a bird's feather breezing on thine body as if thou were a bird. Swooping down, the fugols crest poked out.

Suddenly, Dolan woke up. His eyes slightly open like how static clears, he stared at the ceiling for a blank moment, and looked around. He had been back safe and sound in his empty boxed room. He gets off of his mattress while yawning and stretching. He chaps his mouth and scratches his head. He had been covered in sweat and tears. 

It had all been another strange nightmare. These “Strange Nightmares' ' had occurred for a while, ever since Dolan found out he was moving to his fathers childhood hometown. It was not all that devastating news to him, with a little devastation though, probably a lie. His father never even told him where it was even at. Said it’d be a surprise to see it himself but this wasn't the first time Dolan moved, in fact they have moved 20 times already, longest being in the place he lives right now for only 2-3 years.

His parents even moved twice twenty the years before Dolan was even around. Dolan looks around his room packed with packed boxes and tries to remind himself that despite having to move a lot, he would at least be allowed to explore the environment. He was a bit of an optimist boy. Dolan then looks at his alarm clock. It was 5:30 in the morning a couple of hours away before the alarm even hit 7:15 and that meant he was up early. He didn't want to sleep again so he set it off.

He then looks at his calendar. The day was Feb, 28 2003, It was friday, his last day in Nevada, his last day of Red Robin Washoe High School, a school that sounds made up in his life, his last day seeing his friends, and his last day being in his neighborhood home somewhere in Washoe county. He crosses the day off and flips the page to March, his Birthday month, the 18th. He then walks over to his curtains and opens them. The sunshine juice spills into the room. A sunny Friday morning carrying a subwoofer harmonic sadness to it. 

He watches the birds chasing each other as they poked their chest and crest out. They danced to the sun as they looked for a mate. He then watches a middle schooler saying goodbye to his mom while walking all dandy with his lunch box between his hips of Spider-Man and Bat-Man punching each other, epicly, designed by Dolans dad over the mid winter break. Dolan's father had good relationships with the neighbors. The boy, known as Andy, was out early because middle schoolers start at 6:10 AM. 

He watched him walk off till he couldn't see him any more. Dolan then packs some things in his room, except for his clothing, backpack, and comb. He goes inside the bathroom, washes his face, brushes his teeth, and changes into his clothing. All dressed up he then styles his hair with his comb.

He then continues by packing his remaining things like his remaining clothes, calendar, and alarm clock. He tapes it up and sets it on the floor and grabs a different box that had fragile action figures, video tapes, CD disks, and cassettes. And so he makes his way out of the door and heads downstairs. Heading down, he smells pre cooked breakfast, his mom had been cooking.

It smelled like blueberry flapjacks, waffles with strawberries, scrambled eggs with sliced sausages, and bacon pancakes. Dolans mom must have been preparing food for the trip and for breakfast. Dolan hated bacon but loved everything else. He heads down more quickly and carefully as he hears giant footsteps behind him. With the noise behind he dazes and then remembers his nightmare, spaced out in a fuzzy bree, he remembered what the unknown figure said to him, “It will happen.” he remembered and that frightened him.

Suddenly, He feels someone grab him around the neck and fuzz his head around with a fist knocking him out of the daze. “Hey! Stop that!” cried Dolan. It was his older brother, Barca, the eldest brother. He was dressed in a long sleeve Black and Yellow buttoned shirt, some black bootcut pants and some boots. His hair was slightly messy and also had a mix of dark brown, orange, and light brown hair that was natural and also naturally wavy. He also had a dimple up top on the left side of his cheek “Morning Paccoro!,” he said while grunting and continuously scrubbing.

As Barca continued, Dolan stumbled around as he struggled to hold his box. “Stop! I have fragile stuff here! All my cassettes, CDs, and video tapes” shouted Dolan. “Nope. Don’t care” “I’m being serious. Stop!” Dolan shouted. Dolans mom could hear the commotion and yells out “Niños qué está pasando?!” which means ‘Boys, what's going on?!’ “¡Dolan nomas esta chingando!” shouted Barca. He turns to Dolan and says “Say anything and I’ll give you a big wedgie” said it like if he were a teen again. Suddenly the box slipped off of Dolans hands. As it slips and falls downstairs Dolan yells. “NO!” Dolan tried to grab the box but it was too late.

Barca stops bothering Dolan and so  Dolan then walks downstairs. “Wups,” said Barca. Dolan turns the box over and looks inside. He checks if his CDs, video tapes, and his cassettes were damaged or damaged and most weren’t scratched or damaged but a couple of other things that he liked were broken like some of his favorite movies and some of his favorite games. His Smash Bros 64 copy was scratched, his ET movie copy was damaged, his TMNT’S cassettes were damaged, and his copy of Dragon was a bit shattered. 

Dolan closes his box up and turns away. He retapes the box and puts it in the bigger box sitting across the hall. Dolans mom had noticed Dolan and was surprised by how early he was. He felt Barca did something “Barca, que paso?!” She asked what happened as her red hair flicked behind her. Barco had already walked downstairs and was already seated at the table. “Dolan dropped his box” She seemed surprised by his sudden appearance but couldn’t help but ask why. “Pero como?” “Fue mi culpa…” “Hm. pos deli argo.” she said. “Pos primedo dame comida porfas” 

Dolan felt angry and so he was about to walk upstairs to hide it but then it went away when he turned around. He couldn’t help the smell coming from the kitchen. It made his stomach gurgle. Dolan walks in the kitchen already expecting Barca to be in there. He saw that he had a plate full of fruit like melon, blueberries, banana, some scrambled eggs with sausage, even some brown beans with tortillas, and a peeled orange. 

After Barca notices Dolan he speaks but with his mouth full “Oh, Shi me orvido. Sho sorvy Duran. I mern irch” he looks at Dolan “Shorvry Duran” he said while shoving more melon in his mouth. Dolan was confused “Barca ques eso? Comportate” Dolans mom said. She smacks him in the head semi-lightly. He gulps his food. “Okay.. Dolan come here… Got to actually apologize to you in a much better form” 

Dolan listens to him and walks over to the table “I apologize. It won’t happen again” he sticks his hand out like a business lad trying to get a firm handshake. Dolan knew that wasn’t true. Each time Barca had always been messing with him he would always promise it won’t happen again. Dolan never knows why he even does that, he just assumes he's a jerk.“I would buy new action thingies or whatever if you shake my hand. I will repay you for what I’ve done” he said. That's something he would usually never do.

That surprised Dolan but Dolan felt suspicion. He could be unpredictable. Dolan looks at him and squints, glaring at him. He shakes his hand. “Now sit down. We’ll discuss a bit more of this later, first eat and tell me what you want. I would really buy what you want as long as it's not expensive.” Dolan, still glaring, makes eye contact and says “I forgive you,” he says nodding.

"Good. Always forgive a fellow brother” he then continues to eat his plate of food. Dolans mom had greeted Dolan ``Pos buenos dias hijo. Estas muy trepano otra vez.” she turns around and flips another pancake “Tenía otra pesadilla malo." “Pos miras puro dibujos animados y dibujas muchas cosas raras. Como creas que no vas a tener pesadillas mallas. Como siempre te digo, reza cada noche. Pero, no escuchas. La palabra de dios es grande.” “Ya se ma…” 

She puts the pancake on the plate. “Pos ya coma. Si hay algo más que quieres?” she asked if there's anything else he wants as she hands him the plate of a pancake covered with maple syrup and fruit. She gave him more options which cheered him up.  He takes the moment to look. "Todo menos el bacon." “Okay. Comelon!” she said in a high growled voice. She then serves him a plate of everything but bacon. She then suddenly speaks english. It helps her practice the language a bit. “Since you woke up this early you got plenty of time to spare uh.. Antes que vas in uh.. school.” “You got better,” said Dolan. 

Dolan though had the idea to get the rest of his belongings out first and so he pardoned his mom and asked her if she could watch his plate for him because of Barca “cuida me lo” he said. As Dolan gets up Barca asks his mom where he's going because he was busy eating his food and didn’t pay attention to the things they were saying. “¿A dónde va?” he asked. “él va a guardar sus cosas” “Oh,” said Barca. Dolan then exits the kitchen as he hears them having a conversation and walks upstairs. He walked past both his brother and sister's room. He stopped for a moment and thought about waking them up but felt like just packing away so he instead didn’t and continued towards his room. He also at least wanted them to rest. He knows the feeling of waking up and still feeling like needing to go asleep again.

He also remembers to bring a coat because even though it was sunny out, the snow hasn't melted, and because the weather forecast was wrong sometimes he wouldnt trust that it wouldn’t snow again. In his room, as he grabs a coat from a box with the coat label on it he closes it up with the tape he had. The color of it was a type of dark swamp green with multiple pockets and little fur on the hood of the coat. He puts the coat on, and grabs two boxes at a time to get to his food faster. As he was carrying the boxes around he wondered about his nightmare and his past nightmares. 

He began to overthink it again and that slowed him down without him even realizing. As he packs his remaining boxes away and walks downstairs to the kitchen he pulls out a chair and sits down. “Ya come o se te enfria” said his mom. Dolan stares down at his plate still thinking about his nightmare. The nightmare has been haunting his mind. He picks his fork up and looks at the reflection of his plate. As he spaced out his mom served him a cup of “Orange Sunshine Juice '' straight from a gallon and spoke to him in english as she poured for a moment and served it to him. “It's great, you’re early for a day like this. It makes things just easier, no?” She then walks over to flip over some bacon and pancakes.

END… 5:56AM

Author's Note

Please let me know what you guys think. Thanks.