A few years later, in the morning, a monkey-like Sem barbarian quickly ran out of the tower and hid behind a flower pot. Her name was Suni. The window shutters opened, revealing Sayori, now grown up and 18 going on 19. Her hair was now about 70 feet long and she wore a purple dress with a black corset.

"Ha!" She said, but didn't find Suni. She smirked and said, "Well, I guess Suni isn't hiding out here."

Suni sniggered, thinking she had won, but suddenly, two strands of Sayori's hair grabbed Suni.

"Gotcha!" Sayori said.

"You found me," Suni said with a frown.

"That's 22 for me," Sayori said. "How about 23 out of 45?"

"No," Suni said.

"Okay, well, what do you wanna do?" asked Sayori.

"I have an idea," Suni said, before she pointed outside. "How about we go outside? Fresh air will do you some good!"

"Yeah, I don't think so," Sayori said. "I like it here, and so do you."

At this, Suni frowned and stuck her tongues out at her, saying, "Spoilsport."

"Oh, come on, Suni," Sayori said, taking her both inside, "it's not so bad in here."

Sayori ran to the other side of the tower to begin her chores, her long hair trailing behind her. Up in a rafter, she used her hair to open a window on the roof and then slid down her hair like a rope.

Sayori: Seven A.M., the usual morning line-up
Start on the chores and sweep till the floor's all clean

Sayori was sweeping and Suni was holding the dustpan for Sayori, but some dust got onto her, making Suni's face brown.

Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up
Sweep again, and by then
It's like seven-fifteen

After polishing and waxing the floor, doing laundry, mopping, shining, and once again sweeping, Sayori saw that the clock read 7:15 and sighed in relief. One part of doing chores is done, now Sayori can have a little free time.

And so I'll read a book or maybe two or three
I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery
I'll play guitar and knit and cook and basically
Just wonder when will my life begin?

Sayori gathers up three books to read, then begins painting on the walls, even on the high spaces up in the rafters, and then playing guitar, knitting, and baking some pies. As she carried the pie, she glanced over at a wall above the fireplace and then sticks her thumb out like an expert artist and then to the side. She gets out her paints and her paintbrush and begins painting again.

Then, after lunch, it's puzzles and darts and baking

Sayori and Suni worked on puzzles together and Sayori threw some darts, before she worked on baking cookies and other goods.

Papier-mâché, a bit of ballet, and chess

Later, she wore a paper face, scaring the daylights out of Suni. Then, she spun around, but got tangled up in her hair and fell over onto her face, before moving a chess piece, affectively putting Suni in check.

Pottery and ventriloquy, candle-making

She began making pottery, with Suni using her tail to make design in the vase she's making. Then she used Suni as a dummy for ventriloquy, while drinking water, and then making candles.

Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch
Take a climb, sew a dress

She began exercising and then painted the walls some more, before sewing two small dresses and dressing Suni up in them, much to her annoyance.

And I'll re-read the books if I have time to spare

Sayori walks by gathering up her books with a bored look on her face.

I'll paint the wall some more
I'm sure there's room somewhere

Moments later, Sayori's about to paint again, but can't seem to find some room for some new paintings on her wall.

And then, I'll brush and brush and brush and brush my hair
Stuck in the same place I've always been

Later, Sayori began brushing her hair, starting from the roots and working all the way to the end. Once she's finished, she sighs. Brushing her 70-foot-long hair can be quite a task.

And I'll keep wonderin' and wonderin' and wonderin' and wonderin'
When will my life begin?

Moments later, Sayori opens the window of her tower.

Tomorrow night, the lights will appear
Just like they do on my birthday each year

Sayori then turns and looks at her newest painting: the night with the flying lanterns, before she puts on some finishing touches onto the painting of her watching the lanterns on top of a tree.

What is it like out there where they glow?
Now that I'm older, Mother might just let me go…