"Melodies of Harmony: A Prismatic Tale"

**Chapter 25: "Whispers of the Future"

At 4:30 AM, the house was quiet, the soft hum of the night still lingering in the air. However, two little figures were stirring, their wide eyes sparkling with excitement as they tiptoed quietly down the hallway. Kenji, 5, and Riku, 2, had realized it was Sunday-the one day of the week when their parents would usually allow them to stay in bed a little longer and, if they were lucky, get some extra cuddles in the morning.

Kenji, the more responsible of the two, held his finger to his lips, signaling Riku to be as quiet as possible. They knew their parents were probably exhausted from the busy weekend, but they couldn't resist the chance to sneak into the master suite and surprise them with an early morning visit. After all, who could resist their adorable, sleepy faces first thing in the morning?

The two little ones tiptoed across the hallway, giggling softly under their breath, and gently pushed open the bedroom door. Inside, David and Hana were fast asleep, oblivious to the tiny intruders in their midst.

Kenji crawled up to the edge of the bed, a grin spreading across his face as he nudged Riku, who was still half-asleep but too excited to stay still. "Mom, Dad," Kenji whispered, his voice barely a murmur. "Wake up! It's Sunday!"

Riku, not fully understanding the urgency, just bounced on the bed excitedly, his small hands tapping David's arm, while he babbled sleepily, "Momma! Dada!"

David, still half asleep and caught between dreams and reality, mumbled nonsense as he felt the tiny hands tapping on his arm. "Exploding shoes... farting cakes... flying ceiling soup... hairy ramen... cockroach ice cream... soggy wet tissues puke casserole..." His words barely made sense, his mind clouded by the sleepiness still clinging to him.

Hana, on the other hand, was deep in a peaceful sleep, her lips forming soft, coherent words that were a stark contrast to David's bizarre rambling. "Pancakes with syrup... fresh orange juice... bacon... eggs...," she mumbled in her sleep, a content smile on her face as if she were dreaming of the perfect breakfast.

Kenji and Riku looked up at their parents in confusion, their sleepy faces puzzled by the strange sounds coming from David. Kenji's brow furrowed, trying to make sense of it. "Dad... why are you talking about... food like that?"

David, still lost in his dreams, shifted slightly in the bed, his mumbling continuing, "Toothpaste lasagna... exploding meatballs... crunchy mashed potatoes... molten donut soup..."

Hana's peaceful words continued, as though she were dreaming of the ideal morning routine. "Yogurt parfaits... cinnamon rolls... fresh fruit salad..."

Kenji giggled, leaning toward Riku and whispering, "I think Dad's talking about weird food, but Mom's talking about real food." Riku, still bouncing excitedly, simply nodded, then let out a loud, happy squeal, which broke through the sleepy haze.

David's strange position on the bed had become even more ridiculous in his half-conscious state. His bottom was pressed up against the headboard, his legs pointing straight up towards the ceiling, and his head was facing the footboard, creating an odd angle that only a deep sleep could explain. His arms flopped loosely on the bed beside him, his body tangled in the sheets like a pretzel. In his dreamlike state, his mind continued to churn out nonsensical ramblings.

"Hundredtoottoottootfootlong garlic shoe..." he muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow beneath his cheek, his eyes barely cracked open.

Hana stirred at the noise, blinking slowly as she woke up just enough to realize what she was seeing. Her eyes widened for a moment as she took in David's absurd position-legs flailing in the air, his head turned sideways like a disoriented owl. She let out a small, amused sigh, her lips curling into a tired smile as she quietly shifted beside him, half-dazed from sleep.