Sage’s POVThe obtuse tapping that stupid woodpecker is doing pricks at my morning ears. I hate the sound right now when I would usually love it. I typically love all sounds of nature.“I’m surprised that bird is still around,” Kehlani croaks next to me, “don’t they usually move on to bigger and better trees by now?”I giggle and shrug, “I wish he would leave, what time is it?”The blankets pull and shift as she turns over to check her phone, “it’s seven.”I sigh, at least it’s not five in the morning. My dad used to make us all wake up at five every day to do our morning chores. Feed the chickens, clean the animals homes, help my mom with breakfast. I used to hate it.“Let’s name it,” Kehlani suggests as she turns back towards me.She looks like she could win a beauty pageant right now. Even with the tight and messy curls, unwashed face, morning breath, and pajamas.Hopefully I don’t look too bad.“Cash?” She throws out a name to which I immediately shake my head to.“Seems too rich