"I love the sweet smell of dawn -
our unique daily opportunity to smell time,
to smell opportunity -
each morning being, a new beginning."
~Emme Woodhull-Bäche

Lisa:

Oh my gosh, did I do all my homework? Oh, wait, it's Saturday. Thank goodness. Looks cold outsi- oh! A squirrel! He's so cute. What should I wear today? I just got that new shirt with Lottie…Maybe I should wear a sweater. Yeah, that would be better. Hey, that rhymes! What color today? Ow! Not my elbow again! That table is way too close to my bed. Why do we drive in a parkway and park in a driveway? I wonder who even came up with that. It probably flashed through their head as he or she woke up. Kind of like now. Hey! Maybe I can think of something cool like that!

Lisa shut her eyes tightly and thought as hard as she could.

I've got nothing. Maybe tomorrow. Shoot, did I do all my homework?

Jessica:

Ugh, it's too early to wake up, but too light to go back to sleep.

Jessica sighed.

Can't get those lyrics out of my head. I wonder who else is up? Bet none of my friends are. Is it too early to call? What time is it? Well, the sun is over there, so it must be…you know, I really should learn how to do that. Will they teach us that at school? Maybe Hector knows. Hector. Should I tell him I ate the rest of the syrup? Nah, I'll let him find out for himself. My, that was a big yawn. I must go back to sleep. Music. That'll help. Now where did I leave those iPod headphones…ah. Here they are. Back to sleep.

Hector:

Ah, Saturday. A perfect time for reflection an-hey! It's pancake day!

Hector quickly sat up in bed.

I'd better go make some. I wonder what I should do today…Oooh, those are really pretty yellow flowers. Yellow is such a nice color. Bright, cheery, wait, what was I just about to do? Right, pancakes. Do we still have syrup? Jess, did you use up the rest of the syrup? Oh, right. Not telepathic. I should get out of bed and ask. But first, pancakes. Yum.

Keith:

Ah! I'm frozen again! No, wait, I can move. Hee hee, that scared me for a moment. Hum, hum, hum. I wonder if I should write those lyrics down. Will I remember it? Should I get out of bed now and jot them down. Maybe I should wait. Darn, now I've forgotten. They'll come back to me later.