Little Miss Early ate her breakfast at 5am. She was always early. Lunch came at 10 and tea at 2, by 4 it was supper time, closely followed by tommorows breakfast at midnight. Despite her constant earliness her bed time did however remain consistantly late.
  One summers morning as she sat on her door step, as she always did when waiting for the postman at 6am, Mr Explode unexpectedly stormed by.
" Why, whatever are you doing up at this time ? " He barked
" I might ask you the same question Mr explode ! " She chirped.
" Cant sleep " he growled. " Just cant sleep. Too sunny. Bed faces east. Sun in my eyes. Hate the summer. Got to do something about it. Hate the summer..." And with that comment he began his rant again... And in the bored and impatient mind of Little Miss early a plan was hatching.
" Maybe you need a break from things ? Would you like to stay with me a while ? She suggested.
" Well..." he began, as he prepared to launch into a rage.
" Oh, please say yes and dont explode Mr, erm...Explode " She chuckled.
" I guess a few days might do me good "