Nowaru

After dozing for a few more minutes, Mirabella gloomily opened her eyes. She remembered that today was an important day, so she couldn't afford to sleep any longer. "One, two, three, r... one, two, three, sunshine... bring us joy..." A wild yawn interrupted the childish rhyme. "...give us a gift." The morning rhyme didn't help her wake up much, but Mira still got out of bed. Stretching, she made her bed, performed all the necessary morning routines, applied a nourishing face mask, brewed herself a fragrant coffee with a croissant, and decided to check her organizer for the important tasks she had planned for today.