The morning rays of sunlight manage to sneak past the bars of the shutters in the windows above my bed. My eyes open slowly. As every morning, I remain painfully aware that my life could just as easily be some cruel dream. It's with relief, therefore, that I see, and feel, her warm body beside me. Fluttershy is still in my bed. And she still loves me as desperately as I love her.

*Please note that I found the cover art on Google Images and it's def not my work*