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>Ah, sleep.

>Wonderful, wonderful sleep.

"Anon! Get up!"

>Ignore it. It's just part of the dream.

>Or it damn well better be.

"Anon! Come on now. Get out of bed, there's so much stuff to we need to do before tonight!"

>Maybe it will go away if you stuff your head under a pillow.

>Wait, why is the bed...

>I AM GOING TO KILL Y--

>Twilight just made the bed turn to its side, 45 degrees, sliding you off and into a pile on the floor.

"Anon, it's our six-month anniversary and we have a lot of things on the checklist before tonight. Get dressed and come on, class is starting in an hour."

>Six-month anniversary. Right. Shaking the sleepiness away, you see Twilight trotting off out of your shared bedroom, the smell of coffee wafting through the doorway.

>Standing, you throw on some warm clothes and walk down the long hallway into your kitchen.

"Ah, good to see you up! You can help me with the morning checklist!"

>Before you can greet your special somep0ny, a huge roll of parchment is thrust into your face, along with a quill-pen.

>You've long ago given up getting Twilight to switch to a ball-point. A quill she uses, and a quill she gets.

"Having to get Anon out of bed by nearly flipping the bed?"

>You give her a look.

"Check" you grumble

>She smirks, levitating a mug of coffee over to you.

"Anon looking like he's going to kill me even though I spent all morning making his favorite coffee?"

>You take a sip and sigh.

"Check."

>The bike ride over to the university was as wonderful as it usually was at 7 AM during September

>Chilly, humid, and dark.

>Still, having Twilight all bundled up in the rear carrying seat and talking in your ear is making it marginally better.

"Ugh, I am so glad classes are starting. You can't believe how hard it was choosing what religious course to take. Your human religions are fascinating! I've already taken a few courses in world religions and Christianity, and I want to move on to something else, but Eastern Religions was at the same time as Islam and the Western World, and--"

>On and on and on.

>She's already gotten TWO bachelor's degrees in the short time she's lived in your world, and she's going back for a third.

>You wonder how she's doing it, when you're still working on your degree in psychiatry.

>Then again, most of your relationship consists of studying together, reading together, more reading, more studying...

>She leans in and rests her head on your shoulder.

"Anon, are you listening to me?"

>You nearly jump and swerve, causing her to yelp a bit.

>She chuckles a bit and blushes.

"Maybe...I should shut up and let you drive."

>You smirk and give a quick look over your shoulder.

"Only if you want to live to see your Ph.D."

>Twilight gasps.

"You really think I can get one? Oh, but I wonder what I should get one in. I can already get a Masters in Human History, or a Master in Psychology, or a Masters in--"

>Here we go again.

"Anon!"

>Twilight is waving to you from across the campus.

>It's now about eleven in the morning, and the two of you have been in classes since 7:30 AM.

>Separate classes, on opposite ends of the campus.

>Ah, well. The scheduling gods giveth, and the scheduling gods, they taketh away.

>The campus is teeming with ponies and humans, going every which way.

>Most of them don't give a second look at Twilight as she bounds across the campus and magically pulls a few books out of her saddlebag.

>Her saddlebag is adorned with tons of pins and stickers, but there is a big, running theme of science; astronomy especially.

>She's a big fan of Carl Sagan, specifically.

"You should see some of the stuff I learned about Siddhartha Gautama! Did you know that he fasted under a tree for so long that he achieved something called Nirvana?"

>You chuckle and shake your head, walking with her across the campus, just listening to her go on and on about the 8 Noble Truths and enlightenment and the spread of Buddhism across the East.

>Suddenly you stop and wave a hand in front of her face.

"Twilight...hey..."

>She stops talking and looks up at you inquisitively.

"When's your next class?"

>She pulls her schedule out of her saddlebag.

"Advanced Human Psychology at 3:30"

"And when was the last time you ate?"

>A pause.

"You know, food?"

>Her stomach grumbles, as if on cue.

>She smiles sheepishly and you motion for her to follow.

"Come on, we can go to Barnes and-"

>Her squee makes you grin.

>Barnes & Noble is like heaven for Twilight Sparkle.

>Row upon row of knowledge, available at her hooftips

>She's like a kid in a candy store, and you're enjoying every adorable, nerdy-girl minute of it.

>While she's perusing the shelves- Human History, natch- you're waiting in line at the Starbucks attached to the Barnes & Noble.

>An iced coffee and a bear claw, her favorite.

>And a tall vanilla coffee and an apple fritter for you.

"Hey Twilight"

>You hold up the edibles for her to see, and she waves back from where she's standing in line to make her own purchases.

>Thank goodness for generous pro-pony government scholarships.

>Taking a seat on one of a pair of comfortable reading chairs, arranged by a small table, you begin to set out the edibles.

>Twilight walks proudly up to see you, levitating a small pile of books out and setting it in front of you.

"These are for you, Anon. The Hero With a Thousand Faces, because for some reason you don't have that already, and the collected works of H.G. Wells"

>You notice that her pile is nearly twice as big as yours, and three times as academically 'hard'.

"Thanks Twilight. Now eat your bear claw before you fall over."

>She's already levitating a book open to read.

>She opens her mouth in protest but her stomach gurgles urgently.

>She blushes and puts the book down, picking up the bear claw and beginning to chomp down on it.

>In seconds, it's gone, and she sighs.

"Thanks Anon. I really needed that."

(Tiring out, but I shall soldier on for you, my loyal audience)

 

>The wonderful thing about having Twilight Sparkle for a special somep0ny is that sometimes, you don't have to say anything.

>For a long time.

>Your coffee is half-gone, your apple fritter forgotten, and you're neck deep in Hero with a Thousand Faces.

>Twilight was right, you were kind of an idiot for not picking this up sooner.

>Meanwhile, Twilight has dug into something about the Japanese-Russian War of the early 20th Century.

>God, she's pulled out the glasses.

>Those sexy, sexy cat's-eye glasses.

>But like Twilight, you're far too engrossed in your book to really ogle her for long.

>Perhaps that's why the two of you get along so well.

>Taking a sip of your coffee, you absently let you hand rest on the table, palm up, slightly open, too engrossed in your book to turn it around.

>A few moments later, you feel her hoof slip into it.

>Without looking, you give it a squeeze, and you can almost feel the warmth of her blush.

>As one of Twilight's favorite humans would say, time is relative, and all-too-soon you find yourself staring at your watch.

>2:30

"Twilight...mmmm..." You stretch your back out. "We best be going. Your class starts in an hour, and I've got to get to work this afternoon."

>Twilight does her best to hide her disappointment, smiling up at you and nodding as she packs her books away.

>You hate to cut things short, but you know tonight will make up for it.

"Anon, why are you doing this? This is kind of weird..."

>The blindfold did seem a bit weird, but it was necessary in order to keep things secret to Twilight.

"Come on, Anon! We're going to miss it!"

"No, Twilight, we're not. Trust me."

>The car humming around you, you take the last turn you'll need to take and gun the engine.

>Looking out the window, you see the last of the evening sun fading in the distance.

>No, you won't miss it.

>You reach over and run a hand through Twilight's mane.

>She gasps at first at the sudden touch, but then smiles and leans into your hand.

>A

>Fucking

>Dorable

>Finally you get to the spot you scoped out before and slow down, turning in and bringing the car to a slow crawl, then finally a stop.

>Grabbing a blanket from the back seat, you go around to the passenger side and open the door, helping Twilight out and onto the ground.

"Ooh, we're out in the grass now? I'm intrigued."

>You smile and lead her away from the car.

>Opening the blanket, you lay it down on the grass and lead her onto it.

"All right, Anon, I've had enough suspense. What are you--"

>You reach out and pull her blindfold off with a deft tug, and her mouth drops open.

>The two of you are way out in the country, far between towns.

>Without the light of civilization and on this clear night, the heavens are opened up to both of you, a beautiful, twinkling tapestry of stars.

>You can't get enough of her eyes, big as saucers, moving around to see everything.

"But...I thought we were just going to the top of the dorms and see it?"

>You smile and sit down on the blanket, leaning back to slide your hands under your head and stare up at the cloudless sky.

"This was a little melodramatic, I admit, but I figured it would be a nice surprise."

>Twilight grins and moves toward you, leaning down to nuzzle your cheek, pressing a kiss to it.

"Thank you so much, Anon. This is going to be the best six-month-anniversary-present ever"

>You can't help but grin.

"Present? Oh, no. This isn't your present."

>Twilight leans back, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head to the side.

>You reach down and fish your hands into your pockets, pulling out your car keys.

"Your present's in the trunk."

>Holding the keys out to her.

>She looks at them for a moment, then levitates them out of your hand and trots back to your car.

>For a few moments, you lean back and just stare up at the night sky, enjoying the coolness of the evening, the twinkling of the stars, the--

*GASP*

>Great success.

"A telescope! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes--"

>She's hopping around you, your boxed present floating in mid-air, bobbing with you as she oh-so-adorably expresses her joy at her present.

>She nearly drops the box as she reaches down and hugs you, nearly burying you in kisses.

"Thank you thank you thank you! Oh, I haven't had one since I got here, and now I do! Oh, thank you, Anon, I--"

>She notices that you're looking past her, into the sky, and turns.

>The meteor shower has started.

>The sky is lit up with what looks to be thousands of tiny points of light, dragging across its dark expanse.

>Twilight turns her body to the side and pushes against you, both forelimbs till wrapped around your neck, her head curled against your chin, her eyes locked on the sky.

>Still as large as dinner plates, taking in that wonderful shower.

>You slip an arm under her warm weight, pulling her closer.

>She smiles and nuzzles into your neck.

>Just as before at the Barnes & Noble, the two of you watch the show in silence, the warmth of your two bodies proof against the growing cold of the night.

>The meteor shower is expected to last hours, one of the longest on record.

>Plenty of time to set up the telescope, but for now, it isn't needed.

>For now, nothing is needed.

>Except each other.

>The universe laid bare before you, two small specks against the infinite blackness, clinging to one another in that tiny fraction of consciousness between birth and death.

>For a moment, such a heavy thought weighs down your mind.

>But then she kisses your chin and that thought is banished.

"Thank you, Anon. This is the best anniversary anyp0ny's ever gotten."

>Your smile begins to hurt.

>The night couldn't be any brighter.

 

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