~*~

You wake to a beautiful birthday morning with a smile, only to find Twilight preparing you breakfast for a change. Well... that is nice of her. If not really strange. Usually she's already plotting some way to experiment on your human flesh or convince you to kidnap fillies.

She turns and gives you this weird... sad smile. You definitely don't like the look of that.

"Heyyyy," she says gently, and approaches you as one might an injured bird, "how did you you sleep Anon?"

You eye her suspiciously.

"Uh, pretty good, thanks."

"No back pain?"

"...no."

"No weird aspiration during the night?"

"...uh, no." You say again, not quite sure where she's going with this.

Again, that sad smile, and a slow nod. Frankly it creeps the hell out of you.

"Good, that's good, Anon. As many happy nights as you can get, right?"

"What?"

"Here, let me get that for you!"

She quickly goes to your side to pull out your chair for you. Then, she even slides a hoof under your armpit to help lower you down. You allow her do it, ready for her to snap your arm at any second. Why? Who knows, it's Twilight.

"There we are," she says, giving you a pat on the arm. "Now let me get you some breakfast, huh?"

"Sure," you say slowly, immediately on guard. "Thanks?"

"Of course," she says, then goes to the stove, "I know it's a very special day for you. Do you remember what day it is?"

"My birthday. Why would I not remember."

"Well, I mean," she says haltingly as she scoops something into a bowl, "I did a little research on you, found out what age you'll be at and... oh, never mind. Just happy birthday."

You watch as she walks back over, sets the bowl down, and pats your hand again.

"I just want you to be comfortable and happy for whatever time you have left."

There's a long pause.

"Twilight, pony years and human years are not the same."

"Shhhhh," she says, petting your hair, "there there. No need to get agitated."

"But..."

She gives you a wink and turns away as you sputter for words.

"TWILIGHT, I'M NOT OLD."

"Hush and eat your cream of wheat," she says chidingly. "Then I'll help you get settled in for a nap."

You open your mouth to protest... then shut it again and sigh.

You know what? A nap actually sounds kinda nice.

-END-

Author's Note

It's my birthday as of ten minutes ago so I wrote like 400 words for it to ring in the day.
...yaaaay.

-pencil