Morning

The sun began to rise slowly, leisurely, turning the gray sky lavender. A golden rooster crowed, for once on time. His hens clucked and ruffled their feathers, not wanting to wake. A pair of dogs barked and growled at a doe and her twin fawns. A cat slept on one of the three beds in a house, stretching lazily and meowing in her master's ear.

Three alarm clocks went off in the giant, three-floor house. One alarm stayed on, the country music blaring loudly, trying to escape the closed door of the light purple room. One alarm was slapped twice, for the first slap missed the 'sleep' button. One was turned off with a gentle touch of its owner's hand after it played for fifteen minutes.

A dark Russian blue cat carefully placed a paw full of unsheathed claws on her master's cheek, and curled her long claws. The girl yelped and leaped out of her bed, the feline hissing. This was not a good way to begin the morning.

Bleary-eyed, she walked down the fir-wood hall, careful not to dent the soft wood. Making her way to the laundry room, she dressed slowly, not wanting to go into the kitchen. Going into the kitchen meant dealing with them.

She reluctantly left the warmth of the laundry room and went into the gloomy, dark kitchen. The bowl-shaped light wasn't on in the dining room, where a a boy with reddish-brown hair was eating Cheerios out of a gigantic bowl. "Doesn't anyone ever turn the lights on in here? Aren't you tired of the dark?" she said as she slid her finger under the light switch and flipped it so it said on in little letters on the bottom of the light switch.

A blond-haired, blue-eyed man roamed about the kitchen, carefully putting sandwiches in plastic baggies. The girl had the same blond hair.

"Morning, Daddy!" she said, trying to sound cheery.

"Hi, Cassie," her father said blandly.

"Hi, Jacob!"

"Leave me alone," the boy eating cereal replied.

"Fine."

And the rush to catch both buses began.