"Wake up! You'll be late for school!" shouted a gentle, yet slightly worried motherly voice, carrying both warmth and urgency.
The sound cut through the soft silence of the early morning, accompanied by the faint clinking of dishes from the kitchen and the smell of freshly made breakfast drifting through the air.
Little Elmyra pushed away her blanket with a small yawn, rubbing her sleepy eyes before slipping out of bed. The wooden floor felt cool beneath her bare feet as she padded across the room and made her way to the bathroom. She stood on her tiptoes in front of the sink, brushing her teeth with quick little strokes, the minty foam making her cheeks puff up like a squirrel.
