>... You are Shimmer Light.
>You just woke up.
>... There is something on you.
>Why is it so difficult to move?
>Wait, you're still wearing a lot of clothing.
>What else?
>... Oh no...
>You're laying on your back while something else is laying on your front.
>A quick glance down confirms your fears.
>Hexferry is laying on top of you.
>This is a bad start to a day.
>... Though, you feel much better than you have for the past week.
>... No.
>Absolutely not.
>Stop.
>... She's making you feel better.
>She's the one who made you feel bad in the first place, but that's not the point.
>... Didn't you attempt to be nice to her last night?
>... You've trapped yourself.
>Great.
>Well, you'll try to keep being nice to her.
>Maybe you'll actually like it.
>... If not, you could at least heal from your broken state.
>Then you'll be back to your perfect self.
>You feel the weight on your chest shifting around.
>Hexferry's head would be digging into your chest fluff if you weren't wearing six jackets.
>... Five?
>Your top-most jacket isn't the same one as before.
>The other one was soaked with tears, but you don't remember taking it off.
>That's something you would do...
>But you didn't.
>... Hexferry stretches.
>She hugs her fore-legs tightly around you.
>You hate to think it, but you might be getting used to this.
>After a few seconds, the hug ends and she lets out a sigh.
>... Then she lets out a confused groan.
>After a few readjustments, she looks up to you.
>... And doesn't say anything.
>Needless to say, you don't either.
>... Neither of you say anything for what feels like an eternity.
>... Hexferry slowly gets off you and puts herself in a sitting position on the other end of the couch.
>You get up also.
>"S-sorry, I... didn't think I'd fall asleep like that..."
>Ah, she was recalling the situation in that time, not thinking of a reaction.
 
 
>You just stare at her.
>... You certainly don't have anything to say, not that you usually do.
>... Something like this happened before, but it was Hexferry's house and not yours.
>What did she do?
>... Breakfast. She made breakfast.
>Making breakfast for someone is considered "nice".
>You get off your couch and make your way to the kitchen.
>Let's see... Do you have anything Hexferry might like?
>She doesn't look like a picky eater.
>She can even eat solid foods.
>... Wait, you can't.
>Meaning you hardly have any.
>The only solid foods you have are fruits, and only because you still want to make a smoothie better than the one she made for you.
>Other than those, you have milk and a few fruit juices.
>Nothing a food-eating moth can sustain themselves off.
>... But you'll try anyway.
>You open your refrigerator.
>Strawberries, grapes, limes, pre-cut pineapple chunks, lemons, oranges...
>You're certain you still have a few bananas on the counter.
>... From what you recall, strawberries and pineapples went very well with bananas. What else did?
>... Do limes, lemons and oranges got together well?
>You should probably try that.
>You take the strawberries and the pineapple chunks out of the refrigerator and move them over to the blender on the counter.
>The bananas are right next to it.
>... So you don't have to move far for them.
>You put a bunch of pineapple chunks into the blender.
>You pull at the drawer next to you, put something's in your way.
>... Your hooves are still covered in socks.
>Before you complete this smoothie process, you quickly take of all of your socks and a few jackets, pairs of pants, hats and scarves until you're down to one jacket, a pair of pants, a scarf and your wing covers.
>They're quite convenient.
>If you weren't wearing them last night, your wings could've been damaged by sleeping on them.
 
>Now you open the drawer and pull out a tiny kni-
>The one you had in mind isn't in there...
>You didn't use it recently; it isn't dirty...
>You search around to notice something quite different from before.
>Hexferry is cutting the strawberries with the knife you were going to use.
>... The strawberries are sparkling.
>Even inanimate objects like Hexferry more than they like you.
>They look... wet.
>She washed them in your sink.
>... Is that something you're supposed to do?
>Oh.
>That explains a few things.
>Well, while she's doing that, you'll just cut the banan-
>They're already in the blender.
>... How long did it take you to take off those layers?
>Seriously.
>Now you can't really do anything to help.
>... Great.
>"Hey, is there anything else you want in this?"
>... What does she mean by that?
>It isn't for you, it's for her.
>Wait...
>You thought of her before you thought of yourself.
>You're already great at this "nice" thing.
>Though, you're hardly doing anything.
>... How are you supposed to answer her question?
>Okay, think...
"... It's not for me..."
>You've said four words today, and you already don't want to say anything ever again.
>That was so... stupid.
>She's just... staring at you... blankly.
>Great.
>You walk over to the refrigerator and look inside again.
"Grapes, oranges, lemons and limes."
>"Those... won't mix very well. At least, in my experience. I suppose I haven't used these very often..."
"That's... fine. Start it."
>You rummage through the various juices you have.
>... Apple, pineapple, strawberry; grape, strawberry; kiwi, pineapple, banana...
>You finally hear the noisy start of the blender.
>After a while of contemplating your choices, you take a bottle of pineapple, strawberry, banana from the back.
>You'll need a cup for this.
>You're never uncouth, not even when you're alone.
>You get a cup from the cupboard and...
 
 
>... Hexferry will need one too...
>You get a cup identical to the one you have.
>The horrid sound of the blender stops.
>You set the cups on the table and glance at Hexf-
>... When did she take her jacket off?
>... Anyway, you pull out two chairs next to each other and sit down.
>She obviously takes the seat next to you.
>You both pour your drinks into your cups.
>Fantastic, this juice ran out.
>Hexferry's cup is full while yours is only half filled.
>She takes a sip of hers and lets out a satisfied sigh.
>... Your drink isn't "make audible noises" good but you like it.
>...
>After a few minutes of sipping at your drinks, yours is finished.
>Hexferry's isn't even close to being gone.
>... You're still a little hungry.
>"This is really good, Shimmer."
>No wonder, you hardly did anything with it.
>Hexferry extends the glass toward you.
>"Do you want some?"
>... You look at the cup, then at her.
>You're not drinking out of the cup she drank from.
>That's disgusting.
>She pulls it back with a shrug and continues drinking it.
>You aren't very hungry anymore...
>...
>You put the dishes in the sink to be washed.
>"Well, I should probably get going, I have a few things I have to do..."
>And finally, you'll be free of her.
>Temporarily but still free.
>... It brings a weird hollow feeling to your chest.
>Do you seriously want her to stay?
>... You won't stop hating yourself.
>Ever.
>You follow her to the front room, where she picks her jacket up off the couch.
>She's at the door now.
>... Are you going to do something?
>"I'll see you later, I guess."
>She opens the door and walks out...
>... But takes the time to turn and wave.
>... You wave back.
>The door closes.
>...
>After a bit of cleaning up, you decide to draw.
>You draw several pictures of a White Spring Moth... being happy.