| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tEvery day it was the same. The moon would lower itself from the night sky, saying goodnight to the USA and to bring the night to the lower hemisphere. Just as much, the earth would rotate to the sun, giving off the impression that it was, in fact, rising. Every day it was the same, the sun would shine over that small town the Dexter Family lived, into their windows, brining light. Mom and Dad, the boy Dexter, and, as in our particular tale, the big sister Dee Dee. Every day it was the same. Dee Dee would open her eyes in tune with the rising sun, rise out of bed, and say the magic words: “Ah, today looks like another great day!” Every day it was the same. Dee Dee would jump out of bed in her pajamas, her hair down loose. The latter would not last long, as Dee Dee would go to her mirror and adjust her hair, bringing it into pigtails. She would the look through her closet of identical clothes and pick out the one that was just right. She’d then toss them into the air, and jump straight out of her pajamas, naked save for a leaf and a pair of daises. She’d then fly right into her clothes, from her undies to her leggings, then her dress, and finally landing into her shoes, completing her wardrobe. Every day it was the same. She’d rush down the stairs and grab the phone, dial a familiar number. She’d speak into it “Hey, Mee Mee! You around?” “Oh, sure am, Dee Dee!” she’d say on the other line. “What’s up, girl?” “Wanna get Lee Lee and come on over?” “Sure thing! I’ll go get her!” And a phone call later she was there. Every day it was the same. A few hours would pass while they had fun. Sometimes the activities would vary; one time it was Pony Puff Princess play, with Lee Lee completing the scenario. “And I love you too, Pony Puff Princess Blue!” Every day it was the same, the girls would giggle, hug each other. Dee Dee would say something to the effect of “You guys are the best best friends forever ever!” Every day it was the same. Mom would come in with her camera, ready to take a picture of the lovely girls. “Okay, say cheese!” They would, and the picture would come out. Every day ended the same. Dee Dee would catalogue the events in her diary, with something along the lines of “All in all, it was another great day!” She’d get into bed, and shut the lights. And just like that, the day was over. Every week it was the same. The sun comes up… “Ah, today…” …Dee Dee flies into her clothes… “…looks like…” …the girls get together… “…another…” …the picture snaps, and it gets charted into the journal. “…great day!” And then off to bed for the next day. And every week, and every month was like this. A cycle of greatness. Times with friends, productive days, great summer outings, this would be the norm for every day of the week, every month of the year. But not today.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t