The rain murmured through the cemented roofs making the people sleeping dream a bit sweeter. The cold breeze of the morning air arrested all Belle’s capability to finally rise. She was clutching her blanket, feeling the security and warmth it brought her. The rain mellowed down, she could hear the busy street outside of her house. Vegetable vendors lined up the road, enticing the early risers and joggers to buy some of their produce. Belle was used to the noise outside. She didn’t mind, but she hated waking up too early in the morning every single day especially in a weather like this. She was still hooked in the softness of the mattress and her comfortable pillow. But, she needed to work. The store was not going to tend itself.

She begun her day with a quick shower. Boiled some...