<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: teal">The bright, annoying light of morning cast its rays upon the sleeping face of a young woman, long red hair spread like wildfire across the pillow. Her face grimaced at the sudden illumination as she sat up, yawning while her arms stretched up high. It felt like she'd been asleep for ages! In reality, she'd just returned home for a break from college, and was tired as hell from studying until 4 A.M. How annoying was that? Along with the piles of homework her teachers felt was necessary for their students to do, she'd just about had it with school. Thank goodness it was summer. Now she could sleep until noon, no question asked.<br/>Careless hands fumbled around for the glasses placed on the desk beside her bed. After slipping them on and pushing them close to her eyes, she got to her feet and lumbered over to the dresser. The feeble attempt to pry the knots out of her hair with splayed fingers ended in failure, and she let it hang in tangles instead. It wasn't like she had to impress anyone anyway. <br/><br/>A loud voice rang from downstairs in the kitchen. It was the bearer of delicious news. <br/>"Myra, breakfast is ready!"<br/>From the smell wafting in the air she could tell one thing and one thing alone- <span style="text-decoration: underline">bacon.</span> In an instant she was flying down the wooden steps of her old home, with its almost ancient-looking interior and many creaking floorboards. Even so, it wasn't without its touching childhood memories. As her mother placed the final dishes onto the table a figure suddenly appeared in the doorway, startling her from behind. <br/>The busy woman gasped and a dish clattered to the floor. <br/>"Oh, Lord, Myra! Don't do that!"<br/>"What's shakin' bacon?" A wicked grin spread across her face at her mother's baffled expression. <br/>It was just like old times.</span></div>