It's been a bit too long since I went upstairs, and the awkwardness of the situation isn't helping me snap out of my hypnotised state.

I'm currently standing at the doorway to, what I would assume to be, Twilight's room. I'm just staring at the room with a blank face and wondering if the bed truly is big enough, which I hope it is. I'm not gunna say anything... And I'm not gunna let my mind run wild, but the bed does look a bit cramped. I hope Twilight's isn't fighting off as many thoughts as me, That's the last thing I need on my mind.

My train of thought is cut off as Twilight speaks up saying

"I have grown a bit, but it should be fine. As long as you keep to your side."

"So we have sides now?"

"Well of course we have sides, how would we have any privacy without sides?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe fit on the bed?"

"Ha ha, very funny, now come on, we've got a lot to talk about tomorrow."

"you know, I can still sleep on the couch, or even not sleep at all. it doesn't make much difference, I'm always tired, to the point where if I'm not tired, I'm hyperactive."

"No, no, it's fine. it can't be that bad, right?"

"Ok, I hope you don't snore though."

"Well? What are you waiting for? Get in!"
Twilight got into bed as she said this

"I just gotta clear my mind, hey do you have a notepad or something?"

"In the desk over there."
Twilight points to a desk in the corner of the room as she says this.

"Thanks."
At that I went over to the desk, took out a notepad and quill, dipped it in ink, and began writing some stuff down. not important stuff, just some stray thoughts.

(Later, in bed (no, not like that (wait 6 chapters or so. (Inception))))

'Let me just go over this one more time. Twilight sparkle actually exists, she has allowed me to meet her parents and she has now allowed me to sleep in the same bed as her. I think I'm insane, but I can't tell.'

I then stopped thinking about my situation, and looked around.

"This is crazy, it's completely insane." I said, mainly to myself
"So why am I so easily accepting it?" This time I was actually asking the world around me for an answer.

"I don't know right know, and I might never know unless I get to sleep. Now go to bed."

"Haven't you noticed? I'm already in bed." I chuckled a little at that

"Then go to sleep." Twilight was obviously a bit agitated, which made me smile a bit.

'Why is she so adorable when she's angry?'
'...really brain? "Adorable"? I think I've actually lost it.'

I decided to just go to sleep and think about my current mental state in the morning.

(much (much later) later) (reference)(five points if you get it)

"Hey."
"Get up!"
"Hello?"

"Whaaaa..."
"What time is it?" I asked in the most annoyed and tired voice I have ever used. I then looked out the window to see the moon just about setting.

"About 3 in the morning."

"3... In... The morning..."
"Seriously?"

"Not a morning person?"

"Not... A morning person... Indeed."
"What day is it?"

"Monday, Why?"

"I'm not a Monday person either."
"So this is probably gunna be a bad day."

"Just get up and get ready."

"...arghhh...Fiiiine..."

(About half an hour later.)

"Sooo... What's for breakfast?" I asked, then literally hearing my stomach screeching for food.

"Knowing my mother, she's probably already got it covered."

"Sooo... No idea?"

"No idea."

Twilight then proceeded to walk out of the room and downstairs, closely followed by me.

"Morning, Twilight."

"Morning."
"What's cooking? Smells nice."

"The usual."

"Soooo... Pancakes?"

"Pancakes."

"I envy you and your pancake eating ways."

"Ever had pancakes before?"

"Yeah, but only for special occasions really."

"I pity you and your non pancake eating ways."

"Haha."
"Very funny."

"Very funny indeed."

"Well aren't you the most original pony in Equestria."

"Well you can talk."

"Again. Haha, very funny."

Author's Note

Just so you know, I write John as if he was me, John is like my alternate self. But that doesn't mean he acts exactly like I would, he is still his own person. Also, I would just like to add the fact that John and I have two thing that perfectly line up. Our hate of the morning, and Monday's.