>You awoke with a start, unsure of what had roused you.
>You judged from the light through your bedroom window that it was nearly dawn.
>Hearing the relentless chirping of three or four birds in the distance, you knew you would be unable to get back to sleep.
>Unwilling to face the day's work just yet, you postponed changing into clean clothes.
>Getting a tall glass of water from the kitchen, you headed onto the back porch.
>Perfect for watching the sunrise.
>You sat in your deck chair and simply observed the world.
>A soft breeze gently moved the grass, backlit by a sky the color of a lover's blush.
>The slight dampness of the porch and fresh smell of the air indicated that there had been a gentle rain during the night.
>The summer air was already warm; your glass was starting to perspire as you poured a measure of the cool liquid down your throat.
>You sat and simply relaxed for a few minutes, taking it all in.
>Little by little, the sun inched over the horizon.
>The ice tinkled softly in your glass. It had already begun to melt.
>The cloudless sky embraced the sun quickly.
>Content with that artistic display, the birds finally settled and began chirping at a slower tempo.
>That was the only sound. You bathed in the sun as minutes slowly passed.
"Hello, Anon."
>You calmly turned your head towards the voice to see Princess Celestia.
>Her hooves clicked softly as she stepped up onto your porch.
>"Greetings, Princess," you nod in response.
>Her hair fluttered in the breeze, its pastel colors betraying her kindness.
>She smiled.
"I see you are admiring my sunrise."
>You turned your head back to the bright morning.
>Its beauty was undeniable. You joined the princess in her smile.
>"It's lovely."
>A brief moment of silence passed.
"I do it for you, you know."
>You looked back at her. Had she really meant it?
>You felt your face grow hot as the blood rushed into your cheeks.
>Celestia's eyes stared into yours. They had endless depth to them, and in that depth there was passion and truth.
>What exactly had she meant?
>"What?"
"For you. I raise the sun for you."
>You weren't smiling anymore. Your thoughts were frozen in this moment, desperately grasping at anything they could to make sense of it.
>Another brief moment of silence, this one a whirling tempest in contrast to the calm respite of the last.
>Try as you might, you were unable to determine whether Celestia was merely returning the loyalty of a subject, or was trying to convey something more personal.
>You said the only thing you could think of.
>"Thank you."
>Celestia's grin grew wider.
"You're welcome, Anon."
>She unfurled her huge, white wings, crouched, and leapt into the sky.
>Her wings beat loudly as she began the journey back to Canterlot.
>You watched her majestically cross the morning sky, mane and tail trailing behind her like a child running with a colored ribbon.
>You wondered what that simple exchange would entail.
>With that exciting question to ponder, you were now ready to being the day.