It was just before dawn when when Cenerentola woke. With a stretch and a yawn she was out of letto and dressed before her covers were cold. She headed quietly to the kitchen. Along the way she pulled back curtains and opened windows. The sun was rising and a warm arancia, arancio haze was on the horizon. Cenerentola closed her eyes and breathed deep.

"Ah. What a beautiful giorno its going to be."

She continued on her way to the kitchen. As she made her way she saw some of the house hold waking up. Sleep still clinging to their eyes they gave some head bobs and waves as she passed. As she went went down the halls...