Haruka yawned, curling up into a tiny ball under the covers. The little girl scrunched up her face, and then, hesitatingly, peeled the covers off of her tiny body. Carefully placing a foot down on the wooden floor, Haruka suddenly gives a tiny squeal at how cold it is and quickly retracts her limb back onto the bed. Closing her eyes again, she decides to sleep for just a [i]bit[/i] longer. It wasn't a surprise that the small pink-haired elf wanted to sleep in more; most of the family members were used to her going downstairs to have breakfast when everyone was having lunch. In fact, the time now - [i]10:04[/i], it said on her pale pink clock - was quite early in Haruka's books.