The house was still quiet when the sun had barely risen, but Monkey Lyly was already wide awake. Her big curious eyes blinked as she realized something very important—Mom was still sleeping, and breakfast had not magically appeared. Lyly tilted her head, thinking hard. Waking Mom up normally was boring. Lyly wanted to do it in her own special way.
First, she tried the gentle method. Lyly climbed onto the bed and softly poked Mom’s cheek. No response. She leaned closer and whispered little monkey sounds into her ear. Mom turned over and continued sleeping. Lyly frowned. Clearly, stronger measures were needed.
With a spark of mischief, Lyly hopped off the bed and grabbed her favorite noisy toy. She shook it proudly, filling the room with rattling sounds. Still nothing. Determined, Lyly climbed onto the pillow and bounced like a tiny drum, carefully watching Mom’s face for any sign of movement.
When that didn’t work, Lyly switched strategies. She pulled at the blanket, bit by bit, until Mom’s feet were exposed to the cool morning air. Mom mumbled something and curled up tighter. Lyly giggled, pleased that she was getting closer.
Finally, Lyly used her most powerful trick. She gently placed her face right next to Mom’s and let out a dramatic, exaggerated yawn—then followed it with a loud, playful squeak. That did it. Mom opened her eyes in surprise, then laughed as she saw Lyly’s proud expression.
“Good morning already?” Mom asked sleepily, pulling Lyly into a hug. Lyly squealed happily, bouncing with excitement as if she had won a great victory. Her mission was complete.
As Mom finally sat up, Lyly curled beside her, calm and satisfied. She hadn’t just woken Mom up—she had done it with creativity, patience, and a lot of monkey-style charm.
That morning began not with an alarm clock, but with laughter. And Mom knew that even though Lyly could be mischievous, those silly moments were part of what made every day warm, lively, and full of love. 🌞🐒
