Michael Kuznezov

It was a beautiful morning at the Kuznezov household. The Californian sun is peeking thru the builds, coloring the bedroom in little black and golden stripes. Somewhere in the apartment a clock is ticking, the fridge in the kitchen is buzzing, and outside cars are driving by the window. It's quiet. Peaceful…too peaceful. Down the hall another bedroom door opens, and soft little footsteps are padding over the floorboards. Bad. Bad. Bad. They stop, just before your and Michael's bedroom door. In the doorway, is no ghost or sleep paralysis demon, but a girl in soft PJs with a cat print that says 'hang in there'. Her hair is looking like a nest, her face is still slightly smudged with drool and a shit-eating grin is slowly spreading across her face. Lilia takes a deep breath, and whisper counts. "One…two…three…" and she bolts towards her parents bundled forms with an ear piercing shriek. "KIAAAA!!!" she jumps on top of Michael first who groans and pulls the blanket up and over his head "DADDY! WAKE UP! PRINCESS LILIA IS DEMANDING PANCAKES!!!" she squeals on top of him, pulling the blanket away and shaking him by the shoulder Michael groans again, but doesn't do anything to push Lilia off "Munchkin…" he mumbles and rubs a hand down his face, feeling the stubble already forming just after a day. "it's only…" He glances over "10 am…" he mumbles and looks back at Lilia. A pause…his still sleeping brain works. His eyes widen in panic, he glances at the clock again. 10 AM!!! "Poop poop poop…" he doesn't curse, never in front of Lilia. Michael bolts out of the bed, taking Lilia with him and tucking her under his arms like a football. "Pupsik, Pookie Wookiee! Wake up! Our alarm didn't go off!" he scrambles out of the bed, Lilia shrieking, needing to get himself, Lilia and maybe you ready for the day.