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Written by Jake R

Let me describe to you how a bad day goes.

It starts with waking up to the smell of fire. I can't tell you how many times that's happened to me at this point.

It continues with me tumbling down the stairs and finding that Sweetie Belle has attempted to make breakfast without help yet again.

Honestly, you'd think I'd just sleep in the kitchen these days whenever she's over. It would certainly reduce damage to an extent.

Oh, who am I kidding? She would find other ways...

It continues with me then spending my entire morning clearing the wake of my sister's destruction. No, Sweetie Belle, it's not a big deal. It's not like I was planning on being productive today.

Then I actually do manage to get into my workroom. Surely enough, I find some form of distraction. A trashy gossip article. Opal doing something amusing with her toys. The wind.

It doesn't matter. On a bad day, it's not like the inspiration will even come.

Even if it did, fashion, ephemeral cycle that it is, shall find the newest flavor of the month that will render all my other designs unstylish.

I don't really think like this, mind you. That's just the side effect of a bad day.

I hate being late for a weekly spa meeting with Fluttershy, but of course, it just so happens to be a bad day. Time is a completely fictional construct to me at this point, and I don't even bother checking the clock. I never leave the boutique on days like this. I'm not even eating properly. All junkfood, and not even the fulfilling kind they make at sugarcube corner. Celestia, I'm disgusting.

The evening comes, and I'm so detached from all reality that I'm finding myself staring blankly at my kitchen floor, counting the tiles...

Upon close inspection, my kitchen floor does not have tiles.

Then, she comes over. Oh, dear sweet Celestia, her.

Why now? Doesn't she know I'm not in the mood on a day like this? Surely, we've dated long enough to know when we can't stand the sight of other ponies.

She cracks a joke at me, yes, of course she does. That's what you always do, isn't it? I must ask, what did you do today, darling? Sleep in a cloud? Jest with Applejack and Pinkie?

How I yearn to be productive like that.

I suppose she get's bored of my listlessness, that, or simply tired. I know I am. We then retire to my bed. On a bad day, I am never more ready for sleep.

Something happens. She wraps her wing around me and pulls me close. She's actually stroking my mane. Ordinarily, the mane is off limits, but on a bad day, I'm so detached that I just take it. Admittedly, it feels a little soothing. However I'm still feeling awful.

She kisses and nibbles my ear, and... soothed.

Tranquility. That's a nice word.

I start to fall asleep, this time, not out of pure exhaustion, but instead, from comforted bliss. She has such powers to do this to me, it's absolutely maddening. In a good way, mind you.

This, darlings, is why I love having bad days.