The Sun slowly woke up from her slumber. She stretched as a yawn of yellow and pink escaped her lips.
She snuggled back under her cloudy white blankets. "Five more minutes," she mumbled, but the rooster disagreed.
A vicious cock-a-doodle-doo later, the Sun started a new day.
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Counting the Stars
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