>the day begins anew.
>your eyes weakly reopen as a piercing ray of sunlight gradually leaks into the living room.
>you remember yesterday.
>you are filled with a sobering fear.
>your eyes shoot around the room, trying to take in as much information as possible before moving your limbs.
>you stop in the act in noticing a comfortable weight against your chest.
>you look down.
>you are relieved.
>the two princesses are asleep on your ribcage, your hands covering them like a blanket.
>tiny jets of air hit your fingers with each soft exhalation.
>where did they find those pajamas?
>Luna starts to stir.
>"Hello," she mumbles. She looks over to her sister, who is still resting, then over to the window, then back to you. "Does the sun usually do that here?"
"What, rise?" you scoot into the arm of the sofa. Celestia startles a little before going back to sleep. "Yeah. It just sort of does that on its own."
>"Interesting," Luna replies, her eyes still half-open. "This never frightened you?"
"No. It scared the shit out of a whole bunch of people a really long time ago, but that would be going into history, which I am not in the mood for."
>"Suit yourself," Luna says, and stands up.
>but not on human feet.
>they're like flat indigo deer hooves.
>that's the best comparison you can come up with, is deer hooves.
>really, where did those pajamas come from?
>Luna looks down to where you're looking.
>"Well, that's... surprising, isn't it?" she looks up at you. "You have those worm things coming out of your legs, right? I'm sorry, but they're absolutely revolting. I just couldn't bear the idea of looking at them every day. I had to change the template."
>One of your fundamental principles, the one you consulted at the highest of priorities in the sense of what makes a creature of beauty, would not be broken in loving this being.
>hooves.
>...hoovesy enough, anyway.
"They look lovely."
>"Thank you," Luna replies simply.
>it's a pity you can't dreamily compare her to any mythological creature of a similar anatomy. Granted, you could compare her to a satyr, but satyrs were male and shared no attributes with deer.
>why deer hooves anyway?
>you need to get up now.
>you need food.
>but first Celestia has to.
>"Do you want me to wake her?" says Luna, who is at this point leaning casually against your forefinger knuckle.
"If it's not too much trouble."
>it's probably best you don't wake her directly.
>"Sister?" Luna whispers into the hand-cave. "Morning has come, sister."
>"Must I raise the sun here as well?" Celestia murmurs.
>"Apparently it can do that on its own. Anonymous needs you to exit him."
>"Oh, he's awake?" Celestia sits up and peers out to you. "Good morning, Anonymous!"
>You nod.
>Celestia climbs onto your thumb.
>"Sorry to linger, you may move me to the table over there, if you must!"
>you remove your hands from your stomach, and position your left hand onto the coffee table to your right, onto which Celestia dismounts.
>Luna is on your chin, all of a sudden.
>"Do you usually sleep in all of your clothes, Anonymous?"
>you sit up and Luna falls backwards into your left hand.
>of course you sleep in your clothes
>you never understood all the hype around being undressed.
>if you were to remove even just your tie, you wouldn't be Anonymous anymore.
>you would just be question mark face.
>how would people recognize you without your signature tie?
>your leg had fallen asleep in being arched over the sofa's arm for so long.
"Sorry. I couldn't wait any longer."
>"Alright then," Luna replies. "What do you suppose should be done about this room?"
>you look around the room.
"I can't see what's wrong with it."
>"Well, you might not be able to, but there are all sorts of crumbs embedded in the carpet fabric."
"I never really noticed them."
>"At least pick up that dirty kitchen knife," Luna suggests.
>opening the distance between your left hand and the marinara-covered kitchen utensil on the floor, you reach with your right hand to grip it.
>it doesn't look familiar.
>you don't even eat lasagna.
"Well, this came out of nowhere. I'll just wash it later."
>"Very well," Luna sighs. "It's a start."
>food now.
>you pick up the knife and walk into the kitchen, dropping it into the sink.
>open the cupboard
>why do you keep buying so much fucking granola?
>behind this wall of colonic homicide is a single half-empty box of [TOASTER PASTRIES] of the cinnamon variety.
>you acquire a tinfoil package of [TOASTER PASTRIES] because you can't into Golden Grahams today.
>you look down at Luna.
>is she hungry?
>they should be, they're squishy organics just like you.
"What will you have?"
>"I'll be fine with whatever you're having."
"Do you want me to just break a piece off for you?"
>"I'm sure that will be more than enough for me and my sister."
"Toasted or plain?"
>Luna stifles a giggle. "I'm sorry, but if you don't toast it, it will serve better as a building material than a breakfast."
>you unwrap the pastries and put them in the toaster.
>basic toasting procedure of waiting.
>'sprung'
>find a plate.
>put pastries onto plate.
>you cut a small roughly-round section out of the middle of one of the [TOASTER PASTRIES], avoiding the edges so as to keep the portion edible.
>you separate the portion from the main pastries and carry the plate and Luna back into the living room.
>you put the plate down on the coffee table next to Celestia, who is examining a ballpoint pen.
>you place Luna next to the pen, and move back into the kitchen for a piece of a paper towel.
>put the paper towel down, not unlike with a little picnic blanket.
>move the portion from the plate to the towel.
"Breakfast, if you're hungry," you say to Celestia, gesturing to the circular pastry chunk.
>Celestia stops fiddling with the pen's clicking mechanism and looks over to the ration.
>"Thank you," she replies.
>you lean back and watch the two of them take crumbs out of the pastry and nibble on them.
>they remind you of rodents. Some sort of hamster or gerbil-type creature.
>you fear that part of you. The part that forgets to respect them as deities because they're too small to take seriously. You don't want to treat them like pets or liabilities, you think you should at least treat them something like children.
>you lean in closer to Celestia and surprise her by tussling her hair with one finger.
>she looks up at you and cocks her head, confused.
"Love you."
>Celestia remains confused.
>you've really written yourself into a corner now. Best you just start tracing the walls.
"Both of you..."
>Luna looks over to you as well.
"It's true..."
>Luna sighs, and looks down at the crumb in her hand. "Perhaps..."
>Celestia nods. "Perhaps... perhaps we should start collecting data now."
>you shift out of your dream state.
"My thoughts exactly."
>you put your hand out.
>the two sisters, ever trusting, enter your hand.
>you carefully place them into your coat pocket.
>you walk outside.