<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFFF00"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Alexia Megan Lowell</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">5 a.m.<br/><br/>The first sound of the day, or at least the first sound to penetrate Alexia's conscience, was the rooster's crowing. "Damn rooster", the young woman murmured, pulling her pillow over her head. It lasted only a few seconds, though. Despite being obviously grumpy and willing to sleep for a little longer, Alexia was soon sitting up. The first thing that hit her was the faint sunlight. It would apparently be a clear day. Second, was the second crowing of the rooster. Third, the impulse to find the rooster and kill it. Fourth, the already familiar pang of nausea. A deep sigh followed the onset of that feeling. "Oh, well... gotta start the day", Alexia muttered to herself, slipping out of bed. <br/><br/>"Honey, time to get up", she murmured groggily to Conor. It was an every day routine she had been since nearly nine years ago. She would wake up, wake Conor up, and then start her day. Once Thomas came along, waking him up became a part of the routine. It was an easy pattern to fall into, and Alexia really didn't mind being the first one up. It was something that felt right to her, that the woman should be up before the man and kids. Rubbing heir eyes and running her fingers through her messy mane, Alexia entered the bathroom for a shower. After a shower and brushing her teeth, she dragged herself out of the bathroom again and got dressed. "Ugh, gonna need new clothes soon", she muttered to herself. <br/><br/>As she was still barely awake - Alexia used to say she only woke up in full after the morning coffee -, Alexia was kind of oblivious to whatever was going on in the bedroom, just going through the usual motions on auto pilot. Keeping morning sickness in check also took a lot of attention and energy, leaving her a bit like a zombie shortly after getting out of bed. With a soft groan and muttering something like "I wanna sleep more" under her breath, Alexia made her way to Thomas' room, opening the door and looking down so she wouldn't step on his "guard chicken".<br/><br/>Stopping by the bed, she sat down and shook her son's shoulder softly. "Up, sleepy head", she murmured, yawning afterwards. "It's daylight already, sweetheart", Alexia completed, standing up and stretching a little. "Don't make me come back here and wake you up again, 'kay?", she still completed, before stepping out and moving towards the kitchen. The thought of making breakfast wasn't really attractive right now, but someone had to make it, and she didn't want mom to treat her any differently, so she'd better start working before Rose had a chance to get to the kitchen as well and take over.</div>