[mlp] Sleepiness in Ponyville

>”Girls, we need to do something,” Fluttershy unexpectedly announces. “It’s about Anon.”

>The other five elements look up from the scrumptious picnic lunch laid out before them to their meek friend, making her shrink under the scrutiny.

>”What’s up with the big guy?” Rainbow asks the groups unspoken question with a raised eyebrow. “He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to need a lot of help, really.”

>”W-well…” Fluttershy pauses to gather some courage, “haven’t you five noticed something about him? Well, um, it’s not really him, but rather his living conditions.”

>”Dear, Anon is quite the clean and organized individual. I don’t see how there could be something out of sorts with how he lives,” Rarity chimes in.

>”It’s not that, “ the yellow pegasus tries to explain, “you all know that he lives alone, right?”

>The five mares look to one another, slowly starting to piece together what they were being told.

>They all nod together.

>”And how it’s always been like that, for the last few months he’s lived here?”

>A slow, creeping sort of dread begins to form on the faces of Fluttershy’s friends.

>”As in, um…” Fluttershy swallows past the lump in her throat as her voice goes so quiet that the others almost don’t hear what she says.

>”... Throughout the night, too?”

>A suffocating silence overtakes the happy picnic, as horror runs through all the mares.

>”Y-you mean…” Applejack shakily starts, “Tha… tha poor guy has been sleepin’... ALONE... fur months!?!” The farmer almost yells.

 

>Like a rock to a hornets nest, Applejack’s exclamation sets off her friends, who all erupt into their own laments over the resident human.

>”Poor Anny! It must be so sc-!”

>”T-t-this is an atrocity! An outrage!”

>”What?! There’s no possible way that we didn’t notice for so long!”

>”This is messed up! You can’t just-”

>”Girls!” Fluttershy shouts, this time not shrinking away from the sudden attention.

>She takes a deep breath and looks over all her friends. “I know this is a bad situation,” she says, her voice again soft, “but we shouldn’t sit here and panic. Anon needs us, and we need to figure out how to help him.”

>All eyes immediately turn to Twilight for a plan, who smiles and pulls some paper and a quill from her saddlebags.

>”Ok, I think I know just what we should do. First off…”

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>Morning.

>It’s a wonderful time of day, you think. It’s made even sweeter by the fact that you don’t have to get up.

>Gotta love the whole ‘extraterrestrial fund’ check that appears in your mail courtesy of Celestia.

>Alas, you do have to start your morning sometime. And now would be… Wait…

>You strain your ears in your darkened bedroom, where the faintest sound can be heard.

>Is… Is someone snoring?

>Jesus fuck, if this is like the narcoleptic burglar who once broke into your house on Earth, then someone is getting an ass kicking.

>Moving just your eyes around, you stop and stare when you find…

“Twilight?”

 

>Your voice comes out no higher than a whisper, making the sleeping pony’s ear twitch in such a way that you have to resist petting it.

>Damn these little ponies for being so adorable.

>But back to the matter at hand. How did she get in? And why in the world is she in your bed?

>Well, she probably teleported through the door, but that still doesn’t explain WHY she’s here.

>Looking back down at her, you only now realize just how pleasantly warm she is.

>The little unicorn’s side is snuggled up to yours and gives off just enough heat to make you lethargic and unwilling to move.

>It’s already becoming a struggle to keep your eyes open, even though you just slept a full night.

>Just as you think that, Twilight’s eyes begin to flutter, making you panic.

>Shit shit shit! Pretend you’re asleep!

>You shut your eyes and even out your breathing just as the purple unicorn raises her head and yawns.

>She looks around with bleary eyes, apparently bewildered by the unfamiliar surroundings before she looks at you.

>Twilight smiles a heart melting smile before nuzzling your face so lightly that you barely feel it.

>Then, without a moments delay, she shuffles to the edge of the bed and stands before vanishing in a soundless teleport.

>You feigned sleep for a few more moments, just to be sure that she’s gone, then raise yourself up and look at the space she occupied.

>What in the world was that for?

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>It’s the next evening now, and you’re just getting ready for bed.

>All day today, everypony you spoke to always looked at you with barely repressed smiles, like they were in on some big secret that you weren’t.

>And it was literally, EVERYpony. Not every other one, not one is you’re just friends with, but every single one could barely look at you with a straight face.

>Rainbow? Avoided looking you in the eye.

>Twilight? Acted like nothing happened.

>Even the Flower Sisters, who were normally as skittish as could be around you were giggling like they had been told the world’s funniest joke.

>Honestly? It was pretty annoying, but you aren’t about to go and say that.

>You look at your teeth your bathroom mirror, making sure nothing else was stuck in them after you brushed.

>If there was one good thing that came out of a vegetarian diet, then it was having food it’s easy to spot in your teeth.

>Okay, that’s a double-edged sword because of potential public embarrassment, but life is give and take.

>You walk a single round around your house, making sure that your doors and windows were locked and sealed.

>For whatever reason, you feel the slightest bit guilty doing so.

 

>It seems that everything is in place, meaning you can finally retire after a long day.

>Slowly, you walk to your bedroom and close the door behind you.

>Then you unceremoniously fall into the bed, wrapping yourself in a cocoon of blankets as you do so.

>As much as you actually want to go to sleep, you give it your all to remain awake in hopes of spotting another late-night visitor.

>For almost an hour, you hear nothing but your own light breathing and the ticking of your alarm clock

>In the almost total silence, is easy to make out  the sound of your front door lock jiggling.