Juliet wakes up at seven o’clock. She likes watching the bright of the sun in the morning through her room's window. She really loves waking up feeling the rays of sunlight in her face, but this is only possible on Sundays and only between January and March. The rest of the week’s days she has to get up earlier than the arrival of the sun to her face, and the rest of the year’s Sundays the sun aims its rays in other direction. A few weeks ago, she had to go to work earlier than normal. For a week she had to wake up at five o’clock and she couldn’t watch the sun in the morning, neither through her room’s window nor in the office because there are not nearby windows. It was the worst week ever.

After she wakes up, she takes a shower and eats breakfast. When she was a child, her mother cooked some special eggs for breakfast. She never learned to make that kind of eggs. Those eggs were so exquisite! She missed the taste of those and tried to make some eggs which tasted at least similar, but she couldn't. She tried reading books and watching shows of cooking in TV, but those eggs seemed to be really strange and none book nor any show taught her to make some eggs as your mother used to make.