One

Little Lucky woke up with a surprised look on her face. The sunlight streamed into her bedroom through a gap in the lace curtains. She blinked, then squinted her right eye, and rubbed both her eyes with her little hands.

Lucky spent a moment sitting still - holding the Bugs Bunny duvet in her arms. She looked around the room and decided to go downstairs. She could smell the waffles and honey being served in the kitchen; the strong aroma of Dad's coffee mixed in well. She felt for her bunny slippers sitting on the edge of her bed. Almost automatically, she had them on.

As she walked out of her room, Lucky peered into her brother's room. His bed was made, pillows neatly stacked. She could hear him from downstairs.

"Must have his mouth full," she thought with a wry smile, then reflected on his immaculate room. "But then he's nine, three years older. The responsibility's good for him."