Somnolence is Magic

The most unpleasant sound in the world pulled Rarity out of a place full of calamity and peace. Within the few, precious moments before the second dissonance of a ruthless ringing noise assaulted her ears, she desperately clung to those final images of her fading subconsciousness, not wanting them to slip away. Only upon enduring a third dispatch of unpleasantness did she opt to give in, silencing the ruthless intruder with a sullen jolt of telekinesis.

Sighing ever so deeply, Rarity buried her fuzzy muzzle into the sweet, sweet pillow, the tip of her horn pressing against the fluffy mattress. Allowing herself a few more moments of ephemeral tranquility, she gradually prepared for the inevitable: her eyes squeezed shut, she steadily reached out with her magic, intending to remove her sleeping mask. Halfway during this task, however, she stopped. A thought was tapping against the surface of her mind... was it possible... but surely such a mistake would not happen to her; after all, she was a mare who knew how to keep her things in order. Yet... the way she recalled it... and today would be... with their weekly picnic being three days ago...

A beat. A breath. No... there was no doubt... she had made a mistake, just this one time. But that would mean...

The realization sunk in, carrying as much grace as the first rays of sunlight on a beautiful summer day, that would crawl over her skin, warming her with the most pleasant of tickles, harbingers of a new season full of grandeur and beauty. Her mind at ease, her heart filled with joy and gratitude, her fatigue no longer a closed door whose temptation had to be resisted, but a wonderful promise, urging her to seek it out among the path of calmness and tranquility, an invitation which she was ever so eager to follow.

With a filly-esc squeal, Rarity slid back under her covers, comely caressing the cuddly cot of cozy comfortableness, the unprofane temple of genial snugness. Shall dear Rainbow Dash have her fabulous mane, a silent display of natural beauty which she had always silently envied. Shall Twilight have her magic, her life full of bloom and wonder. Shall the rich have their wealth, the famous their glory, the princesses their kingdoms. It mattered little, for she had something which overshadowed it all. The singular, unrivaled, and unfathomable joy of being able to go back to sleep after waking up early, after a night cut far too short, without any thoughts of missed appointments staining her conscience, and upon having come to terms with the prospect of standing up. Try as she might, Rarity was not able to recall a single moment in her past when she had been so wholeheartedly content with her life, so unadulteratedly, genuinely happy.

Turning around under her covers, she snuggled against the mattress with all of her heart. Three minutes later, she was out like a light.