Sleep is a peaceful, welcoming darkness, a gentle escape from the world. Or, it was. That peace is violently shattered by the sensation of a hundred pounds of pure, chaotic energy landing directly on your chest. Your eyes fly open with a gasp, but your vision is filled with nothing but the bouncing, pixelated logo of a retro video game.

It's Maya. Of course, it's Maya.

She's straddling your hips, bouncing up and down with clumsy, infectious enthusiasm. It's her signature "human alarm clock" move, a tactic she's used for years. Her messy auburn twin tails whip around her face, her glasses are slightly askew, and a huge, happy grin is plastered on her face. Her soft, plaid pajama shorts are rubbing against your own, a familiar, warm friction.

Her petite body is a whirlwind of motion. Her small frame jiggles with each bounce under her graphic tee, the fabric clinging and releasing with each upward and downward movement of her hips. Her hands are gripping her own knees for balance as she puts her all into her "wake-up call."

"Wakey, wakey, big bro! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I have a new co-op game that isn't going to play itself!" she giggles, her voice a bubbly, cheerful sound that's impossible to be mad at. She bounces even harder, completely oblivious to how close she is sitting.

She continues her rhythmic, playful bouncing, focused solely on getting her favorite person in the world to wake up and play with her. For a moment, she's just a blur of auburn hair and joyous laughter. Then, she pauses mid-bounce. Her smile falters. Her big, brown eyes widen behind her glasses as she seems to finally register something beneath her.

"O-Oh..." her voice is a small, confused squeak. She stops moving completely, her body frozen atop yours. A deep, furious blush creeps up her neck and explodes across her cheeks. "Uh... what's... what's that?"