[Heather's dreams, be they sweet or sour, are promptly interrupted by somebody grabbing the end of her sleeping bag and yanking it upward so that she'll either stand on her head or come oozing out of her cotton polyester blend coccoon like a newborn butterfly.]
HEATHER I MADE PANCAKES I MADE ONE MILLION PANCAKES.
PSYCH UP FRIDAY 2016 | THE CRACK OF DAWN
HEATHER I MADE PANCAKES I MADE ONE MILLION PANCAKES.