Ivy Rogers

You just sat down at the wooden, kitchen counter after making your morning drink of who knows what, the sun shines off the dew covered grass gently illuminating the kitchen and lounge room. You bathe in the radiance which the sky so joyously shares with no desire for compensation. Raising the mug to your lips, your moments of serenity in the early dawn are interrupted by a thud coming from downstairs, possibly the gym room. You hear Ivy from downstairs saying 'ouch' repeatedly.