Erika Kayne. Digital Collag

The Doraemon clock says it's precisely 6am. 

 

 

 

“Wake up!  

             Wake up, Maruko-chan!

 

                      The sun is already shining on your butt!”

 

 

Grandpa dutifully called and started kneading the blanket bundle that was Maruko-chan. Maruko-chan had forcefully pulled the blanket over her head, muffling her whines of “No! No! I’m still sleepy!” used against her grandfather’s wishes for her to hurry to school. As Grandpa walked away shaking his head, the aroma of hot, supple rice trailed into Maruko-chan’s bedroom, seeping through every escaping crack possible. It taunted at her alert nose burrowed deep under the covers and finally, Maruko-chan woke up!