"Wake up, Joana! Wake up!"
The next morning, Joana was roused by Michaela's voice and the sensation of the bed trembling beneath her. Sunlight flooded through the window, casting a blinding glow, while the bustling city noise seeped in from outside. Faint music carried through the air; she had completely forgotten about the event scheduled at the park across the street that day, a source of great excitement for Michaela.
"Come on!" Michaela exclaimed, bouncing enthusiastically on the bed. "Wake up! Let's head outside!"
Joana groaned, her stomach churning from the bed's movement. Michaela's continued jumping threatened to induce nausea in her.
"Give me a minute, Michaela," Joana requested, but Michaela remained oblivious, preoccupied with her excitement over the prospect of getting ice
