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!zgDiSCoRD. 10/31/11(Mon)01:46 No.31047635
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 I wrote something. Now no one can say I don't contribute. Hope you enjoy it.
You came in the front door, having just gotten home from work. You walked into your bedroom to find...just the most heartwarming scene you could imagine. Pinkie Pie, visiting your humble abode in the ether, had managed to tire herself out during the course of the day and had fallen asleep atop the twin-sized guest bed(s). Her middle rose and fell gently as she breathed in and out, and her head was tilted to the side against her foreleg. She had an almost-imperceptible smile on her face; knowing her, she was evidently dreaming about friends, parties, or her friends at a party. You smile and sigh warmly, stepping softly across the room and gently lowering yourself so that you can rest your head and your right arm on top of the comforter, mere inches from Pinkie's slumbering visage. She stirs and you freeze, but she doesn't seem to wake up. You're content to simply sit there and watch her, unmoving, knowing that moments like this--where she was peaceful and quiet--were far and few inbetween.
You're startled somewhat when she suddenly cracks an eye open, an unfocused, bleary eye peeking at you from beneath. She closes her eye, then raises a hoof and gently rubs it.
"Mmn...I didn't hear you come in," she says in the softest, most beautiful voice. You touch a finger to her lips, hushing her as you gently take her hoof in hand and lay it down on the bed where it was, her velvety, pink coat tickling your lips as you kiss her forehead.
"Go back to sleep," you whisper, and she quietly hums as she settles back down, closing her eyes and falling back asleep almost as soon as she ceased moving. You glance back at her one more time, burning the view into your mind for later before closing the bedroom door with a quiet 'click'. |
