Of Pink Tulle Skirt and Pink Roses

Saturday morning.

Turning the doorknob, Leslie opened the door carefully. She came to wake Calliope up when Calix was getting ready for their theme park date.

The smile on Leslie's lips softened as she saw Calliope curling up under the fluffy blanket, hugging Mimo. She couldn't wait to see how happy the little dumpling was soon.

Stepping inside Calliope's princess bedroom, Leslie walked quietly to the bed. The sun peeked through the tiny slit between the blackout curtain, casting a light streak on the pastel pink walls and the soft carpeted floor.

"My darling princess, good morning," Leslie whispered gently, her voice soft and melodic as she stroked Calliope's hair, "Mr. Sun is up already, my dear."

Leslie's gentle pat stirred Calliope awake. Rubbing her eyes, she mumbled sleepily, "...Mama? Mama, hug Poppy please..."