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Oct. 17th, 2021 02:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunbaked_bakerA baker's internal clock being what it is, the lengthening nights and shortening days have seen Sunshine out and about well before sunrise lately.
She might be found long before daybreak in the bright kitchen, its windows casting light out into the darkness of the old night, as Sunshine gets cinnamon rolls formed for their final proofing before baking.
While the dough proofs, she might be found in the last chilly minutes of dim greyness, sipping fragrantly-steaming tea on the little porch outside and waiting for the sunrise.
Later, the gigantic cinnamon rolls in the oven, Sunshine might be encountered during her dawn run around the edge of the lake, a swift spot of color in the growing brightness of morning.
Later still, breakfast-time, Sunshine might be encountered in the bar room as she looks for customers, a tray of still-warm and freshly iced Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head balanced on her hip.
She might be found long before daybreak in the bright kitchen, its windows casting light out into the darkness of the old night, as Sunshine gets cinnamon rolls formed for their final proofing before baking.
While the dough proofs, she might be found in the last chilly minutes of dim greyness, sipping fragrantly-steaming tea on the little porch outside and waiting for the sunrise.
Later, the gigantic cinnamon rolls in the oven, Sunshine might be encountered during her dawn run around the edge of the lake, a swift spot of color in the growing brightness of morning.
Later still, breakfast-time, Sunshine might be encountered in the bar room as she looks for customers, a tray of still-warm and freshly iced Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head balanced on her hip.
