Pirouette yawned and stretched her herself from head to toe. Unlike her husband, she loved the morning, especially in the Summer, when the air was fresh and full of the scents of a dozen different fragrant flowers. Birdsong made her heart leap. From where she stood on the terrace, she could hear a water fountain splashing. The morning sun warmed her face and made squint her eyes. In the distance, she could see a shepherd with his crook, chastising his fluffy white charges.
She felt restless. Turning her back on the view, she passed through the glass doors that led to her bed chamber. There she saw her husband, GarGar, the King- GarGar, the Beloved. “Wake up!” She shouted. “GarGar! Let’s go!”