- >No matter how hard you tried, you just could do it.
- >Sleep would not allow itself upon your person for the past three days.
- >You tried all the oldschool remedies: Warm milk, smooth jazz, even lying in a warm bath.
- >But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't fall asleep.
- >So you decided it would be best to consult a doctor, which led you to Dr. Stable.
- >After your examination, he hands you a prescription for sleeping pills.
- >Once the appointment is over, you take a short walk over to the pharmacy.
- >Handing over the prescription to the pharmacist, you feel someone tap your back.
- >As you turn around, you look down at the pink abberation.
- >"Hi Anonymous! What are you up to?"
- "Medicine," you grunt.
- >She tilts her head in confusion.
- >"Are you sick?"
- >You shake your head and turn back to the pharmacist who has your medicine prepared.
- >Grabbing the bag, you quickly head out of the store and lose Pinkie.
- >Closing your front door, you lock it up and close all the shades in your home.
- >There was no need for distractions.
- >Placing the pillbox on top of your nightstand, you head into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
- >You return to find Pinkie sitting on your bed.
- "Pinkie?! How did you get in here? Why-"
- >She interrupts you with a loud "SHHHHH!" before gearing into her devious smile.
- >"Don't make so much noise! These are sleeping pills, you don't want to wake them up."
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