Bekka Osa Tathamet doesn't wake up early.
It's just the sort of phenomena that doesn't happen.
You are more likely to win the lottery twice in a row, and half Rihanna stick her finger up your ass than you are of seeing her get up before noon.
That is, other than a few special occasions.
The birthday of herself or one of her family, an imminent danger, or...
A festival day!
In the early hours of seven in the morning, Bekka opened her eye and formed an immediate smile on her face.
Staring back at her was the only other bedmate who shared their excitement, Valerie.
The two of them smiled at each other before exchanging a small fist bump and whispering to themselves in hushed excited voices.
""Festival dayyyy...!""
Without a doubt, there was no occasion that either of them loved more.
For Bekka, it was the unlimited street food cooked by the most passionate of citizens and dedicated grannies.
