I wake up to the feeling of tiny hands tugging on my arm.
I blink away the sleep and stifle a yawn, before squinting down at eager blue eyes.
"Diane...!" She urges, looking up at me. "Diaannnee...can we have breakfast? M'hungrrryyyy."
She stretches the last word out as long as possible before going into a pout, letting her lower lip pooch out just enough to indicate her unhappiness at having to wait while she forces back the yawn that threatens to escape.
I offer May a small, sleepy smile and shift, sitting up in bed. "Mh. Is breakfast serving now...?" I wonder as I rub the sleep from my eyes and run my fingers through my hair.
"Yeah!" The little girl exclaims excitedly and tugs hard at my sleeve in an attempt to get me moving faster while bouncing impatiently from foot to foot repeatedly.
"...Alright." I move, standing and stretching, allowing her to pull me to the mess tent.
