>You clearly remembered every moment of the experience that Princess Celestia had thrust upon you that morning.
>That dialog seemed so unlikely, it was as if it had sprung to life straight from your imagination.
>You recalled her supple lips moving as she told you that what she did each morning was specifically for you.
>But was it for you alone? You couldn't be sure.
>She just as easily could have meant that she raised the sun for you and for every pony in Equestria.
>Curiosity had plagued you throughout the day, and you found yourself obsessing over this strange event.
>It was made worse by the fact that she was royalty, and an alicorn.
>You had experienced complicated relationships with ponies before, but this was new.
>What if she hadn't meant it so seriously? What if it was her idea of a joke or prank?
>It was impossible to tell which scenario was less unlikely.
>Was it even appropriate for you to dare to dream that the princess might have feelings for you?
>You recalled her stare as she had spoken to you. So serious, so formal.
>Those eyes displaying centuries of wisdom and one moment of pure, unadulterated truth.
>Yet still, joy had lain within them; her eyes had been like twin orchids in bloom.
>You knew she could not be lying. You doubted it was in her nature to lie anyway.
>All these thoughts and more had forced themselves upon a portion of your brain throughout the entire day.
>Entirely distracted, you blasted through your job on autopilot.
>You hadn't even noticed when your co-workers had asked you what was troubling you.
>And now it was finally evening. Would sleep ever come?
 
>You went over it in your head just one more time.
>It seemed completely possible that you might never even see Celestia again. After all, she had been the one to visit you.
>How could you see her again? Surely it was not an unattainable feat.
>Travel to Canterlot? Work prevented it.
>Maybe she would show up again if you were awake for more sunrises.
>You needed something more guaranteed than that.
>Perhaps writing a letter was the best way. But surely she got a lot of letters.
>She was a princess, after all.
>Maybe you could figure out some way to signal to her.
>Maybe you would have to quit your job to seek her out.
>Quite a risk.
>Maybe it was smarter to drop the idea entirely, forget about it.
>You could still hear her voice clearly. "I raise the sun for you."
>Her voice was regal, yet gentle. Confident, but supple.
>You decided it was worth the risk. "I raise the sun for you." The phrase repeated endlessly inside your mind.
>What if she needed you?
>You began brewing a plan.
>You would wait one more morning, one more sunrise, and then take action.
>If the princess didn't show up then you would seek her out.
>You knew just who to ask for help. A pony that had curiously studied you upon your arrival to this fantastic land.
>Another princess who had worked under the tutelage of Celestia for years.
>Your oldest friend in this curious world, Twilight Sparkle.
>You set your alarm extra early, shut your eyes, and prayed that sleep would embrace you.
>It didn't.