"Morning. How was your sleep, kiddo?”
Levi had just come down to the table at the tantalizing smell of fried bacon and pancakes. At first, he thought he was dreaming because his father couldn't cook. His father once made pancakes but failed because the batter was very runny. From then on, his father didn't want to try to make pancakes anymore and just stuck with his ability to fry eggs or sausages. So now, he was a bit startled when he heard a loud noise from the kitchen accompanied by the smell of vanilla wafting everywhere. With his eyes perfectly open, he ran to his aunt and burst into his warm embrace.
“Morning!” he replied cheerfully and enthusiastically. “My sleep was amazing. I slept very soundly. How did you get here?”
Levi hugged Brynlee's legs while looking at his aunt's bare
