In the room. Morning in the window. On the bed. Twilight Sparkle is on the bed. Twilight Sparkle is moaning. Not much new. She is full of shit. In and out. It is coming out, leaking from the jaws. Her noise spilling out. Mess of vitality and biology. Ever noise. Grateful for the morning. Dawn meant to be symbolic. She says, The dawn is meant to be symbolic. Of what. Who knows, what matter. Let say Celestia is benevolent. Sun on rear, Celestia brings the dawn. Celestia is bringer of light. That is how Twilight knows the princess is benevolent. Twilight says, I know the princess is benevolent for she is the bringer of light. Twilight is partial to the light. Why. Why the light, what matter. It is in her name. She supposes her parents were partial as well. To each other at the least. If partial to anything. Her hypothesis. Of which her birth is evidence. What a proud scientist. Her parents were partial since she was born. They knew, better. Then now. So she is here. In room in bed in morning. Sunlight reaches her. She is on the bed in the light. Not under bed away from light. Perhaps she didn’t think to. Or not so. Let say a conscious decision. Twilight Sparkle prefers the light. Why. Light is best. So the story goes. Twilight Sparkle knows no different. So stay on bed, as Celestia said. Twilight says, I know no different so I will stay on the bed. Keep in the light. For the princess. Alone on the bed in the light. Alone for the princess.
Not alone. She is kept by Celestia. Rinsed in radiance. She has the light and that is good. Not really. Little light here. From her vantage at least. Light is not so much.
delve into relationship with princess, thoughts on her and benevolence, sheltered
