>You wake up late at night, if you had to guess, you'd say it is midnight.
>Today has been a long, tiring day.
>However, it has also been a great one.
>Early this morning you woke to the smell of cooking breakfast; you found Twilight in the kitchen, preparing something for you.
>You assisted her with the preparations best you could, but you aren't so good at cooking.
>That's fine with Twilight though.
>After that pleasant meal you and her decided on taking a morning walk through Ponyville's park.
>The sun was out, casting a sleepy and peaceful light over the down, poking its head over the cottages and cozy homes where many ponies were probably still sleeping.
>It was just a little cold out, the perfect sort of cold; a slight nip in the air that wasn't biting or distracting.
>It gave Twilight an excuse to cuddle close with you on your walk.
>The trees were green with life and the birds were out and about, chirping once or twice and fluttering by; yet the morning was quiet for the most part.
>You and her made small talk and commented on things, like a flower here or a cloud there.
>Simple things.
>You and her took an unusual path, diverting away from the main square and the benches, instead heading deeper into the less frequented parts of the park.
>It was very calming there; you and her shared a brief moment together under the trees.
>Just with each other.
>The skies got a little darker, graying as mid-morning approached.
>Agreeing to head home before it rained you turned back around whence you came.
>The clouds above were ripe with rain and looked ready to burst at any second.
 
>They did eventually, crystal and pure droplets pelting you and Twilight suddenly.
>Wishing to head home without being soaked you scooped her up, rushing back to the library.
>There was much giggling and laughter as you and her bounced back to the warm place you called home.
>By the time you reached the door and swung it open you were dripping wetting, shirt and pants soaked through, a warm Twilight hugging you tightly, her face holding a huge grin.
>You dropped her down and she ran off to get a towel for you both.
>After helping each other get dry and settled she places a kettle on the stove and joins you on the couch with a book, pressing her body gently against yours.
>It's silent for a time, as the two of you just read and enjoyed hot cups of tea.
>Equestria has some interesting history to say the least.
>You set down your book around noon, and Twilight followed suit a few moments after, taking off the cute glasses she wears whilst reading.
>You distinctly remember this moment better than the others of today; you smirked at her and gave her a quick kiss.
>Lunch was made.
>She and you spoke more, about little things.
>How her studies went; how you were getting comfortable in the library, having only recently moved in; and most importantly: plans for tomorrow.
>Twilight had something special in mind which involved a fancy dinner at the Adorned in Red.
>You wouldn't have it, refusing outright.
 
>Why wait when we can go today, you had asked, gesturing out the window.
>The rain had stopped and the sky had cleared some, albeit was still fairly dark out.
>She agreed with a smile and a nod.
>You and her got ready around 6, hoping to get there by 7.
>By now the sun had set and the air had gotten a little colder.
>Twilight walked close to you the whole way to the restaurant, nuzzling you.
>The food and service were great, exceptional even.
>Well worth the price.
>The food however wasn't the best part, rather just being with her.
>That is was really mattered.
>That is what made the night so great.
>You and her lost track of time, slowly eating as to drag out the dinner, your conversation being the most delicious dish.
>Before you knew it the night was gone and the waiter was kindly asking you and her to leave, as they were closing.
>Somewhat embarrassed and appreciative of their patience you and her fumbled back out into the night.
>On the slow walk home Twilight leaned against you; you held her side softly, running your hand through her pleasant coat.
>The conversation became low and infrequent, both of you tired from the long day.
>With little argument it was off to bed, where you and her snuggled a bit before she fell asleep in your arms.
>And now you're here, simply content with everything.
>It is nice.
 
>With a disheartened sigh you roll out of bed, tossing the quilt and sheets aside.
>You vaguely remember removing you pants but not your shirt before entering bed, and now your legs were exposed to the cold night.
>The radiator wasn't working again, typical.
>You pull up the blinds and open up the window near your bed, feeling the harsh cold blow in by a winter breeze.
>Outside is a loud, and still fairly busy metropolis.
>The streetlights, and the lights from the apartments, and those from cars make the night unnaturally bright.
>You rub your eyes, shutting the window with violent force, not bothering to close the blind.
>With a tired body you crawl back into bed, covering yourself with the sheets once more and facing to the right, as always.
>It will be some time before the bed is comfortable and warm again.