At 08.05 am, Joey squirmed and slowly opened her eyes because of the glare of the sun that was streaming in through the window Elena had just opened. She glanced sideways, did not see her husband then turned to glance at her mother who was opening the curtains and another window.
"Mom, where's Jason going?" She asked.
"He was on a morning jog with daddy," replied Elena.
Joey took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, then glanced back until she glanced at the wall where a gold rectangular clock hung, indicating the time was 08.05 am.
"Are you feeling unwell?" asked Elena as she walked over to Joey.
"I'm just tired, Mom," said Joey languidly.
"Well..." Elena sighed then sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "what do you want for breakfast this morning?"
"It's up to you what menu you want to cook for me, mom. It's always delicious," said Joey, still languid.
