"Myne! Sweety, time to wake up!"
"MYNE!!!"
"Yes! Yes, I woke up... Mother?!"
"Yes, Mother, I have been calling you for such a long time, but you are sleeping like a bear, not waking up at all. Did you again read those ghost novels late at night?" Yukino, with her hands on her waist, asked with a helpless smile. Her long black hair, like a waterfall, shook behind her as she exhaled a deep breath.
"Sorry, I got carried away last night. The book was so interesting that I couldn't stop myself from reading further and like this, when it became early in the morning, I don't know," Myne replied, still deeply confused, while observing his surroundings. He was in his old, small bedroom, with a small bookshelf filled with storybooks and a small bed on which a 5-year-old kid could sleep comfortably.