Pancakes

Elena lay flat on her back, trying to ignore the gentle sunlight creeping in through the window, threatening to disturb her peaceful slumber. She rolled on to her side, and cracked open one eye. The sudden bright light made her wince.

The gentle chirping of birds was barely audible over the sound of the wind chimes outside her window. The smell of freshly cut grass and flowers in full bloom blew in from the garden. She shook her head with a smile on her face. Trust Dale to be up at this time of the morning cutting grass…

Elena suddenly felt guilty for sleeping in so long, although she guessed it couldn't be past half nine.

Torn between her guilt and the soft sheets that enveloped her, she eventually threw off the bedcovers and heaved herself out of bed. Still stiff from her long sleep, Elena got dressed and began to head down stairs.

As she walked past the ornate antique mirror hanging on the wall she caught a glimpse of her reflection. Elena peered at a pair of piercing green eyes, identical to her own, staring back at her intently. She stopped for a moment, and tucked a long tendril of dark, wispy hair behind her ear.

She turned back to face the stairs, when she hit a delicious smell, wafting up from the kitchen.

Mmm… she thought hungrily to herself. Pancakes…