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# dawnbands-guestroom-h1-l1-2026-10-03 — cartoon-h3 storyboard (Fish review BEFORE canvases)

VO: 95.68s, 345 words, 3.61 wps · 40 beats · 11 batches (≤15s, ≤4 panels, reveal/CTA ≤3)

Beat times come from the ElevenLabs word timings of the trimmed VO. A batch = one MiniMax H3 generation (canvas + hero refs + this batch's VO slice). Batch boundaries fall on pack-line ends only.

## Table storyboard

| Beat | Scene | Start–End (s) | VO | Visual | Env | Transition-in |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 1 | 0.04–2.42 (2.4) | I asked my husband to sleep in the guest room. | Wide shot down a dim hallway at night: Dad walks away from camera toward the guest room door, hugging his pillow against his chest, shoulders slumped. In the background Mom stands in the master bedroom doorway, arms crossed, watching him with a tight, unhappy frown. | hallway | hard cut |
| 2 | 2 | 2.69–5.62 (2.9) | Nineteen years married, and we'd never had a real fight. | A framed wedding photo of Mom and Dad hangs on a hallway wall, lit by a warm lamp beside it. In the photo they stand close together, smiling. The camera holds steady on the frame, its glass catching the soft lamplight in the quiet hallway. | hallway | hard cut |
| 3 | 3 | 5.89–7.92 (2.0) | It took me almost a year to understand why. | Mom sits alone at the kitchen table at night, her chin resting on one hand, her tired eyes fixed on Dad's phone charging on the counter across the room. Her brow is furrowed with quiet sadness. A single warm light glows over the table. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 4 | 4 | 8.24–10.19 (2.0) | Five fifteen. Every morning. Full volume. | Inside a dark master bedroom before dawn, Dad's phone on his nightstand glows bright and blares, big sound ripples pulsing outward. Dad sleeps flat on his back, motionless. Beside him Mom's eyes snap wide open, her face tense and startled in the phone's glow. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 5 | 5 | 10.46–12.30 (1.8) | Then five twenty. Then five twenty five. | Inside the same bedroom, a phone on the nightstand lights up and buzzes, bright ripple rings stacking outward from it. Mom lies on her back, rigid, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling with a tense jaw. Dad sleeps beside her, motionless under the blanket. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 6 | 6 | 12.57–13.60 (1.0) | He's a deep sleeper. | Tight close-up of Dad lying flat on his back in a dark bedroom, eyes shut, mouth slightly open, chest rising slowly. A glowing phone lies on the pillow right beside his head, screen lighting his cheek, while he stays completely still and unbothered. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 7 | 7 | 13.87–15.50 (1.6) | It was the only way he got up for work. | Dad sits upright on the edge of the bed in the dark bedroom, hunched forward with his feet on the floor, one hand dragging down over his tired face. His shoulders sag. A pair of work boots sits by the closed door behind him. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 8 | 8 | 15.77–17.99 (2.2) | For months, I told myself it was nothing. | Wide shot of a dim kitchen before dawn. Mom stands alone at the counter in her robe, tilting a coffee pot to pour into a mug. Her shoulders sag and her face looks tired and distant. The wall clock above the stove shows its hands only, reading early morning. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 9 | 9 | 18.26–22.27 (4.0) | Then I started waking up before it. Heart already going. Eyes still closed. | Close shot of Mom lying in bed in a dark master bedroom, eyes shut, one hand pressed flat against her chest, her face tense. On Dad's side of the bed a phone lies face up on the nightstand, screen dark and silent. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 10 | 10 | 22.54–23.97 (1.4) | And I never said it out loud. | Mom lies on her back in the master bedroom bed, eyes wide open, staring up at the ceiling, her jaw tight and her face tense with worry. Dad lies beside her under the same blanket, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, sleeping peacefully. A dim bedside lamp lights both faces. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 11 | 11.1 | 24.24–25.97 (1.7) | He was up at five to work for us. | Dad, in work clothes, steps through the open front door into the dark pre-dawn street, a paper lunch bag in his hand. Mom stands in the hallway behind him, watching him go with a guilty, downcast face, one hand held to her chest. | hallway | hard cut |
| 12 | 11.2 | 26.04–27.39 (1.4) | Who complains about an alarm? | Mom stands alone in the dim hallway, looking at the closed front door. Her shoulders sag and her brow is creased with guilt, her hand pressed to her mouth. Dad has already gone, and the hallway is quiet and lit only by a faint glow. | hallway | hard cut to the closed door as the frame dims |
| 13 | 12 | 27.66–29.39 (1.7) | By month ten, I wasn't myself. | Inside the master bedroom, Mom stands close to the dresser mirror and studies her own face. Her shoulders sag and her eyelids are heavy. Dark circles show under her eyes. Her mouth is flat and her expression is tired and hollow. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 14 | 13 | 29.66–31.98 (2.3) | I snapped at him over a coffee cup in the sink. | In a kitchen at evening, Mom stands beside the counter with her arm stretched out, finger pointing at a single mug sitting in the sink, her face tight with anger and her mouth open mid-sentence. Dad stands in the doorway in his work clothes, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, stunned. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 15 | 14 | 32.24–34.80 (2.6) | I blamed work. My age. Anything but the alarm. | Mom, a woman in her forties in a nightgown, sits on the edge of the bed with her elbows on her knees and her face buried in both hands, shoulders slumped. On Dad's nightstand behind her, the phone sits out of focus, softly blurred in dim bedroom light. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 16 | 15.1 | 35.07–36.44 (1.4) | Then one morning, I said it. | Inside a dawn-lit kitchen, Mom stands near the counter with her arms crossed, her jaw set and eyes steady, mouth just opening to speak. Dad stands beside her holding his coffee mug, frozen mid-motion, eyes wide with surprise. Pale morning light comes through the window. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 17 | 15.2 | 36.59–38.70 (2.1) | Maybe you should sleep in the guest room for a while. | Same dawn-lit kitchen, closer on Mom with her arms still crossed, mouth moving as she speaks, expression firm. Dad stands behind her shoulder holding his coffee mug without drinking, frozen, his face stunned and his eyes fixed on her. Pale light on the counter. | kitchen | camera pushes in slowly on Mom as her mouth moves |
| 18 | 16 | 38.97–42.56 (3.6) | Somewhere in there, I'd stopped hearing an alarm. I was hearing him. | Mom lies alone in the big bed at night, head on the pillow, turned toward Dad's empty side with the sheets smooth and untouched. Her eyes are open and tired, her face heavy and sad. Dim lamp light falls across the bedroom, and the closed bedroom door stands in the background. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 19 | 17 | 42.83–44.62 (1.8) | He didn't argue. He just said, okay. | Dad walks away from the camera down a dim hallway, a pillow tucked under one arm, shoulders slumped low and head slightly bowed. His free hand hangs loose at his side. The open guest room doorway glows softly at the far end of the hallway. | hallway | hard cut |
| 20 | 18 | 44.89–47.57 (2.7) | Two nights later, I heard him on the phone with his brother. | Night hallway, dim light spilling from a half-open guest-room door. Mom stands just outside it, one hand near the door frame, head tilted toward the gap, listening with a tense, worried face. Through the opening, Dad sits on the bed with his back to her, phone at his ear. | hallway | hard cut |
| 21 | 19 | 47.84–49.11 (1.3) | I think she's done with me. | Tight close-up on Mom's face in the hallway. Her hand is pressed flat over her mouth, eyes wide and glistening, brows pinched together. She stares off-frame to the side, frozen, shoulders still. Soft hallway light falls across her cheek. | hallway | hard cut |
| 22 | 20 | 49.38–52.12 (2.7) | That's when I told him everything. The alarm. All of it. | Inside the guest room, Mom sits on the edge of the small bed beside Dad, turned toward him, her mouth moving as she talks. Dad sits still with his hands in his lap, listening, eyes on her face. Both look quiet and serious. | guest-room | hard cut |
| 23 | 21.1 | 52.39–53.82 (1.4) | He said he'd stop setting it. | Dad sits upright in bed in dim light, holding his phone up at chest height with his thumb hovering over the alarm screen. Mom sits beside him, gently pressing his raised hand down with her palm. His face looks tired and stubborn. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 24 | 21.2 | 53.89–56.97 (3.1) | But that alarm got him to every shift for nineteen years. | Dad lowers the phone slightly and looks at it with a softened, wistful expression, thumb still resting near the alarm. Mom stays beside him with her hand on his, watching his face with quiet concern. Early gray light shows at the window. | master-bedroom | camera slowly pushes in on Dad's face |
| 25 | 22.1 | 57.23–58.52 (1.3) | I wasn't taking that from him. | The narrator and a second person sit side by side on the edge of the guest bed, shoulders almost touching, both staring down at the floor. Her jaw is tight, her hands gripping the mattress edge. Rumpled blanket behind them, dim lamp light, a closed door in the background. | guest-room | hard cut |
| 26 | 22.2 | 58.63–60.60 (2.0) | And I couldn't keep waking up like that either. | Same guest bed, same framing: the narrator and the second person sit side by side, still looking at the floor. She slowly lowers her head into one hand, eyes closed, exhausted. The other person stays motionless beside her. Rumpled blanket and dim lamp unchanged. | guest-room | hard cut |
| 27 | 23 | 60.87–62.03 (1.2) | That's when I found Dawn. | A matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing lies alone, centered on a clean pale tabletop in soft morning light. The strap rests flat in a gentle curve, completely still, with nothing else in frame. No screen, no glass, no text. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. |  | hard cut |
| 28 | 24 | 62.30–65.11 (2.8) | It's a band he wears to bed. There's no sound at all. | Night in the master bedroom. Dad lies in bed under the covers, eyes closed, his wrist resting on top of the blanket. A plain matte black ribbed silicone band sits on his wrist. Mom lies beside him, smiling sleepily at the band, her head on the pillow. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 29 | 25 | 65.38–67.99 (2.6) | At the time he sets, it vibrates on his wrist, | Tight close-up on Dad's sleeping wrist resting on a pillow, wearing the matte black ribbed silicone band. A small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap, with small soft motion lines around it. His fingers twitch, his face relaxed in sleep. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 30 | 26 | 68.26–70.57 (2.3) | and keeps getting stronger until he turns it off. | Same close shot on the matte black ribbed silicone wristband on Dad's wrist. Three rings of motion lines grow bigger and denser around the strap. Dad's eyes open wide in the dim room, and his thumb presses the top of the band. No screen shows. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 31 | 27.1 | 70.84–73.01 (2.2) | The next morning, I woke up on my own. | Soft morning light fills the master-bedroom. Mom lies in the bed, eyes slowly opening, then sits up slightly and stretches both arms overhead with a small yawn. Her face looks rested and calm. Sunlight falls across the rumpled blanket. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 32 | 27.2 | 73.16–75.03 (1.9) | His side of the bed was already empty. | Close view of the other half of the bed in the same morning light: Dad's side is empty, the pillow smooth and the blanket neatly pulled up. Mom's hand rests on the blanket beside it, and her eyes look down at the empty space. | master-bedroom | camera pans right from Mom to reveal the empty side |
| 33 | 28 | 75.30–78.46 (3.2) | His old alarm woke everyone in the house. Dawn only wakes him. | Close side-on shot of a sleeping wrist resting on a bedsheet in a dark bedroom. A plain matte black ribbed silicone band sits on it, with no screen. The band's top surface gives two soft taps, and the skin and fingers twitch slightly. The rest of the room stays dark and still. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 34 | 29 | 78.73–82.95 (4.2) | So if you share a bed with a heavy sleeper, you already know what that alarm costs. | Inside one bedroom at dawn, pale light through the curtains. One partner lies on their back, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling with a tight, weary frown. On the far side of the bed, the other partner sleeps deeply under the covers while a phone on the nightstand buzzes and lights up. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 35 | 30 | 83.22–84.89 (1.7) | You just haven't said it out loud. | Close-up of Mom seated at the kitchen table, a ceramic coffee mug held in both hands near her chest. She looks straight into the camera with a calm, steady expression, lips parted slightly as she speaks. Soft daylight falls across her face and the table. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 36 | 31.1 | 85.16–87.24 (2.1) | More than ten thousand people use Dawn. | Inside the morning kitchen, Dad, already dressed, leans down beside Mom, who sits at the kitchen table, and kisses the top of her head. His wrist rests on her shoulder, showing the plain matte black ribbed band. Mom smiles with her eyes closed. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 37 | 31.2 | 87.39–89.09 (1.7) | You get sixty nights to try it. | Close shot in the kitchen of Dad's wrist as he straightens up and turns toward the door. The matte black silicone band with fine diagonal ribbing sits flat on his wrist, with no screen or glass face. Mom, soft-focus behind him, watches him go with a warm smile. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | kitchen | camera pushes in tight on his wrist as he straightens up |
| 38 | 32 | 89.36–91.34 (2.0) | If it doesn't wake him, send it back. | A plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing rests on a plain cardboard box on a kitchen counter. Soft morning light falls across the strap from a window. The strap is still and unlit, with no screen on it. Nothing else is in frame. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 39 | 33 | 91.61–94.41 (2.8) | Get Dawn before an alarm costs you more than sleep. | Wide static shot of the master bedroom at dawn. Soft pale light comes through the window onto a made bed where the narrator and her partner lie asleep, side by side under the blanket. Their faces are relaxed, chests rising slowly. The room is still and quiet. | master-bedroom | hard cut |
| 40 | 34 | 94.68–95.45 (0.8) | Tap the link. | A plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing lies centered on a clean light surface in soft even light. It is a bare strap with no screen, no glass face and no display. A small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. |  | hard cut |

## Batches

- **Batch 1**: beats 1–3 · 0.04–7.92s (7.9s) · 8s generation · 3 panel(s) · ends on "…to understand why." 
- **Batch 2**: beats 4–7 · 8.24–15.50s (7.3s) · 8s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…up for work." 
- **Batch 3**: beats 8–10 · 15.77–23.97s (8.2s) · 9s generation · 3 panel(s) · ends on "…it out loud." 
- **Batch 4**: beats 11–14 · 24.24–31.98s (7.7s) · 8s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…in the sink." 
- **Batch 5**: beats 15–18 · 32.24–42.56s (10.3s) · 11s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…was hearing him." 
- **Batch 6**: beats 19–22 · 42.83–52.12s (9.3s) · 10s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…All of it." 
- **Batch 7**: beats 23–26 · 52.39–60.60s (8.2s) · 9s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…like that either." 
- **Batch 8**: beats 27–29 · 60.87–67.99s (7.1s) · 8s generation · 3 panel(s) · ends on "…on his wrist," REVEAL product
- **Batch 9**: beats 30–33 · 68.26–78.46s (10.2s) · 11s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…only wakes him." product
- **Batch 10**: beats 34–37 · 78.73–89.09s (10.4s) · 11s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…to try it." product
- **Batch 11**: beats 38–40 · 89.36–95.45s (6.1s) · 7s generation · 3 panel(s) · ends on "…Tap the link." CTA product