Ever so slowly, the sun began to creep over the horizon, illuminating trees, roads and the many homes of the town of Canterlot. Windows began to glisten with this new light, and birds were awoken to begin their morning routine of filling the air with sweet songs. The skies were clear, and all-in-all, it appeared as though it was going to be a pleasant day for whatever people were planning to do. There was, however, one tiny snag to that positive sentiment; it was a Monday. This dreaded day had finally arrived yet again, and all around there were signs of just how unprepared a lot of people were as they began to leave their homes. One person in particular seemed to be especially unimpressed with the arrival of this new morning, and that was Pinkie Pie, whose eyes only now began to crack open.
Now, those who knew her on most days would have expected a girl like her to be bouncing around the moment the sun hit her face. But, evidently, this proved to not actually be the case. Slowly, the party-loving girl began to sit upright in her bed, clad in a simple light-blue nightie. Her hair, which was normally seen as being akin to some wild collection of cotton candy, was instead straight, and rather drab-looking. Her expression matched, grimacing slightly as she turned her gaze to the sunrise outside her window. She opened her mouth, letting out a long and clearly-needed yawn, before pulling back the covers of her bed and sitting properly on the edge of the thing. After placing her feet into her slippers, she got herself up in earnest, giving a long stretch before letting out a sigh of clear exhaustion.
"...Meh."
Shuffling along, she went to her door, opening it and entering the hallway, with the door to her bathroom right across from her. It was closed, however, leading to a look of slight irritation upon her face as she now found herself waiting to use it. Minute after minute passed, until finally, the door opened. On the other side was her elder sister, Maud, who, like her, didn't seem at all cheerful. Although, in fairness, that was how she usually looked. Wearing a simple dark-green bathrobe, the older girl looked her younger sibling over, understanding the situation immediately and giving her a short nod, which Pinkie retuned soon after. Before long, the younger sister was given entry to the bathroom. Brushing her teeth was slow and methodical this morning, which, again, was quite unlike what most would expect of her, though this was not the only thing she decided to do while she was in there.
Slowly, she made her way over to the shower, kicking off her slippers before starting to reach for the straps of her nightie. However, before slipping out of it completely, she frowned at the nearby window, after which she moved over and pulled back the curtains on the thing, and then started to undress. The sound of running water could clearly be heard on the other side of the door, and steam was slowly rising from the gaps underneath it. After about a quarter of an hour, the sound stopped, and afterwards, Pinkie emerged, having washed herself down and now clad in a pristine white towel, which was now wrapped around her middle. Sadly, this new state of cleanliness did little to alleviate her Monday-based attitude, and so, as she made her way back to her room, she just kept on grumbling.
Naturally, the next step was for her to get dressed for the upcoming day, and so, after once more closing the curtains of her room, she undid her towel and discarded it on the floor, not caring for her lack of modesty as she opened her closet and looked over her potential outfits for the day. However, every single outfit in there seemed to be just some variation on her regular blue and white clothes, so, after giving herself a quick shrug, she yanked one set in particular off the line and got down to the business of clothing herself. Thankfully, this took no time whatsoever, and with that task done, she once more left her room. And just in time too, for her stomach began to growl, much to her annoyance, making it clear what it was she would now have to do.
Heading downstairs, Pinkie eventually entered the family kitchen, and here, she found a pleasant surprise waiting for her. Maud, who had come down beforehand, had already prepared her breakfast for her. It was a large bowl of what could only be described as the most sugary-looking cereal known to humankind, boasting every colour one would expect, all slathered in about a gallon of milk. Pinkie nodded to her, offering her the barest of smiles, and Maud, accepting it, nodded back before turning around and getting on with her own food. Pinkie, sitting down, picked up a nearby spoon and began to eat, although with painfully slow bites and chews. This lasted for some time, and when the bowl had at last been emptied, Pinkie's attitude to the whole thing was neither of enjoyment or satisfaction, but rather a sense of her having done something that just needed to be done.
But, there was little time to dwell on that, as the time had now come for her to leave her home completely. Getting up from her chair, she took her bowl and set it into the dishwasher, before turning and head off towards the front door. Here too Maud had done something for her, as her school-bag and been readied pre-emptively. Picking it up, Pinkie slung it over her shoulder, then opened the door, the cool breeze of the morning sweeping into her face as it happened. After leaving the house and closing the door behind her, the girl looked around the road for a bit, before finally seeing the approaching school bus. With that oncoming vehicle in sight, she sighed, raising one hand and placing her thumb into her mouth. Inhaling through her nose, she blew hard on the thumb, her cheeks puffing up to the point of going bright red. Then, in an astonishing move, her hair suddenly puffed up into its normal appearance, and Pinkie herself now bore her customary wide smile.
As the bus finally reached her, she could see her friends on the side nearest to her, smiling and waving to her. She, in turn, waved back, before merrily skipping over to them. Once in the bus itself, she giggled slightly as she once more continued her skipping, finding her friends and sitting beside them before speaking up in that usual, happy, Pinkie Pie way of hers.
"Well, girls? Ready to greet the day?"
