The warm, morning Malibu sun shone brightly through the pure white frame of the picture window in Barbie's bedroom. She stood looking out at her pretty front yard with its impeccably manicured shrubberies. It was as pristine and pretty as always.

Barbie stretched her arms up over her head, enjoying the feel of the silky nightgown over her skin. She loved mornings. They were perfect - a day where no problems had cropped up yet. Mornings held the promise of a fabulous day and, best of all, every single day started with one! Mornings were like the blank white pages of a brand new sketchbook - they held infinite potential and the possibility of turning into anything! Sometimes the rest of the day didn't work out, but that didn't diminish the perfection of the morning (or of the next morning).

Singing aloud, Barbie straightened the bedding on her pink four-poster bed and headed for her closet. Almost half of the Dreamhouse's square footage was devoted to Barbie's closet. She had more rows of dresses, suits, swimwear, evening gowns, and uniforms than a flagship department store. She could pull together the perfect outfit for absolutely any occasion in a matter of minutes.

Today she was planning on helping Skipper build herself a new gaming computer, so she needed a cute but practical outfit. She found some comfortable and stylish pants and a tee with her name printed on it in binary - the perfect look for a chic computer engineer. She glanced into a mirror to check the details and smiled at what she saw. Her hair was cute and usefully out of the way in its practical ponytail and her outfit was a perfect mix of nerdy and hip. A pair of comfortable sneakers finished it off.

With a nod of satisfaction at her reflection, Barbie headed out to the workshop to get to work helping Skipper.