(Sleep Tight)
If you are prepared to read the Dark chapter
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I feel the Sun, shining on my face; the next Instant, I feel the Warmth of a Friend by my side. It is Pinkie Pie, hugging me from the side for dear Life.
I can feel her shivering, as if she had been cold. However, she is clearly warm; almost, as if she had a fever.
“Something happened?” I inquire.
“I had a Dream, a Terrible Dream!” she whimpers; “Only, I fear it was a premonition of something going Horribly wrong!” she points out.
“Since I can’t recall the Dream, I guess you shielded me from the Harm it intended!” I suggest.
“I guess; I could take solace from that, at least!” she offers, slowly warming up and smiles at me.
“Was it something, close by, or very far away?” I inquire.
“Fairly close, from the impression I got!” she points out.
“At least, your ‘Former’ friends should be safe..” I chance; and I am still well enough, to ask!” I conclude.
“Yes, you are still safe!” she agrees.
“Unless it is a warning about what would come to pass, if I fail to deliver your next Muffin..” I put forth; “it may be related to the Article in the Paper I read the other day!” I offer.
“Your face was never seen, so I think I can say that you are safe!” she concedes.
“Then I will focus on making sure, it was not me in your dream!” I state.
“Thank you, Junii..” she responds; “I would hate to become your Bane!” she promises.
“I take your word for it!” I proclaim; “let’s just hope the day does not carry anything more depressing!” I conclude.
“Well, at least it is promising Sun Shine today!” she suggests.
“That would be nice!” I respond.
“I don’t think our Parade can take any more rain, today!” she supplies.
“Maybe I could suggest; that we have a breakfast, to be looking forwards to!” I suggest.
“Well, maybe the Daisies outdoors would not mind a pinch of Rain, but I’m not a Daisy..” Pinkie puts forth; “but I guess the Daisy could be a good snack!” she suggests.
“I could ask, if we could plant some Daisies, for next year!” I suggest.
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Once I have dressed up for the day, I close the door to my wardrobe; before I turn around and walk to the door, pulling it open as I reach the door out of my room.
Pinkie Pie is bouncing by my side, only slow and sluggish after the bad dream. At least, she is still by my side.
As I am entering the kitchen, I can feel the scent of Baking; Mum is clearly baking, and it does look as if it is Muffins too. The scent makes Pinkie a bit more saturated and lively.
“Good Morning, Mum!” I exclaim, only for Pinkie to echo my exclamation half an instant later.
“Good Morning; Junii!” she responds, without looking up from her baking.
“She probably read the news..” I whisper to Pinkie; “Yes, she just may have!” she responds in a hushed tone.
“Your breakfast is served, Dear!” Mum exclaims; “and I am filling in your Insurance!” she then supplies.
“Thank you, Mum..” I respond; “then I can enjoy my breakfast, and look forwards to a bright day!” I conclude .
“It is indeed nice and Sunny outdoors..” she agrees; “the only downer is, that I may have to water the Garden today!” she concludes.
“So long as you have a Garden Hose, it shouldn’t be too bad?” I inquire.
“Yes, we do have one of these..” Mum giggles; “I just have to pull it out and place it correctly; so I can arrange the Artificial Rain for the Plants outdoors!” she supplies.
“Artificial Rain..” Pinkie echoes, snickering.
“Yes, Pinkie..” Mum responds; “using sprinklers to water plants is like Artificial Rain!” she supplies.
“Oh..” Pinkie snickers; “how convenient!” she just puts forth.
“At least, I don’t need to wait for the Rain to pour..” Mum suggests; “and I don’t need to walk around, watering each and every Plant!” she concludes.
As Mum is baking, the delicious scent of fresh Muffins slowly spread out over the entire kitchen, and beyond. Of course, in about an hour, this scent will have been flooded our home entirely. There is no escaping the scent, and what it means; freshly baked Muffins.
Muffins, Muffins, Muffins, so many Muffins.
The first once were the ’Bland’ base Muffins, of course. I guess she could as well start out, with the base Muffins first, just to have these baked and ready.
I am trying to focus on my Breakfast, as I can feel the scent of the Muffins being baked.
Almost; as if she had been preparing to throw a Party, today.
Well; at least; I manage to eat the food before me, while Mum is baking all these delicious Muffins.
There are no Jars of Jam or Marmalade in the Kitchen, though.
Blueberries, Wild Strawberries, Strawbs, Raspberries and more. Cacao, Salmiac, Cinnamon and other baking related Spices congregating around her baking as well.
Batch by batch, the Muffins congregate in trays standing beside the oven. With each batch, the scent is growing thicker, more intense in the kitchen, as it is spreading further and further into our home.
She realizes, she will be filling the Freezer soon, and she can only store so many in the fridge in the first place.
“This is fun..” Mum ponders, as she had been baking for a while; “I guess I have Pinkie, to thank for realizing it in the first place!” she concludes; exuding joy, in the craft of baking.
Of course, Pinkie was to pick up on the change in the Mood in the Room; Pinkie Pie is after all Pinkie Pie, so picking up on this change is natural to her. As Pinkie is noticing what is happening, just a few steps away from her; she is becoming more Saturated and Animated, as the Process is progressing. She smiles wide, as she is continuing her Breakfast. Even if she has no Muffin for her Breakfast, maybe she still needs to consume real food too, just for the Nutritional value. Either way, she still does enjoy sharing her breakfast with me, all the same. Well, why shouldn’t she? She is sharing something with her Friend, after all.
In the end; Pinkie’s Mane and Tail is reaching their usual Monstrous volume, while her body is her usual fully Saturated Pink.
Sleep Tight