We stayed on the couch for a little while, TV now playing a show about a boy with , high-tech watch that let him transform into various powerful entities—aliens, maybe? I wasn’t really sure, but it was surprisingly entertaining. My gaze stayed glued to the screen as I said, mostly to myself, “Who would even like something like that?”

Without missing a beat, Sunset leaned back, smirking. “Didn’t you just turn into a magical entity yesterday?”

Her comment hit me like a truck. “Oh, yea”

Sunset's smile turned into a low-pitched laugh, but I remained silent and let the silence ring. About an hour later, Sunset turned to me and stretched, her legs curling beneath her. “Okay, so… I didn’t want to bring this up earlier,” she began, her tone hesitant, “cuz I thought you’d figure it out on ya own, but…”

“What?”

“You need to take a shower.”

“Wha—” I stammered, embarrassment rushing to the surface for the first time since last night.

“No wha. But the shower,” she said, laughing lightly. “You kind of stink like… well, a battleground. New clothes helped you for a bit, but you smell like burnt paper.”

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Great. Just great. So… can you just tell me where the shower is?”

She nodded, standing up and motioning for me to follow her. “Yeah, come on its next to my bedroom.”

I went behind her. We stepped into her bedroom. It wasn’t what I expected at all. For someone like Sunset—who used to have this aura of untouchable coolness and a hint of rebel edge before. I thought her room might be dark, edgy, maybe full of band posters or emo décor. Instead, it was warm and bright, with soft colors and a distinctly girly vibe. There were plenty of plushies scattered around on her bed, her shelves, even tucked into corners. It felt… cozy. Personal.

“Cute,” I murmured under my breath, barely realizing I’d said it out loud.

“What was that?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Nothin”

Sunset smirked knowingly but didn’t push it. She then opened a door to reveal a small but clean and inviting bathroom. “Here you go. Towels are in the shelf, and there’s extra shampoo if you need it.”

“Thanks,” I said, stepping inside and shutting the door behind me.

The bathroom was simple, with soft pink tiles and a lavender shower curtain. It smelled faintly of vanilla.. of sunset... And I could see a few bottles of fancy-looking shampoo and conditioner lined up neatly on the edge of the tub. Then, as I switched on the water and let it run till it was warm, I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection. My face appeared haggard and exhausted, my hair was a tangle, and there were still slight soot smudges on my skin. I looked like I had crawled out of a fire, so it makes sense that Sunset claimed I smelled like burnt paper.

When I finally turned off the water and stepped out, I felt like a different person—not entirely better, but a little cleaner.

Stepping out of the bathroom, freshly showered, right beneath the door, I saw a cleanly folded pair of pajamas. For me, Sunset must have left them there. They were plain yet comfortable, light gray and fashioned of a silky fabric that seemed designed for relaxation. Thankful for the new clothing, I put them on and went into the living room.

The moment I stepped in, a blanket flew through the air and smacked me square in the nose.

“Ow! Whyyy” I stumbled back, holding my nose.

Sunset immediately gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” Her concern lasted about two seconds before she started laughing—a bright, unapologetic laugh that filled the room.

“I’m fine,” I grumbled, rubbing my nose but unable to hide a small smile. “Thanks for the warm welcome”

She snorted, tossing a pillow onto the sofa. “Well, you’re not sleeping in my bed, that’s for sure,” she said with a playful smirk. “No matter how close we got yesterday and today, mister.” Like we we didn't sleept together yesterday. She moved around the living room, laying down a bedsheet and fluffing up the pillows to make the sofa as comfortable as possible. It was kind of sweet, honestly—she put more effort into it than I expected.

“There,” she said, hands on her hips as she surveyed her work. “All set.”

“Okay, Thanks Sunny,” I replied with a grin, plopping down onto the makeshift bed.

She froze for a moment, blinking at me. Her cheeks tinted pink as she tilted her head. “What… what did you just call me?”

“Sunny,” I repeated, testing the waters. “I mean, it’s cool nickname, don’t you think?”

Her lips pressed into a line as if she were trying to hold back a reaction, but she was failing miserably. Her expression was this perfect mix of embarrassment, happines, and it was fucking hilarious.

“Nobody’s ever called me that before,” she mumbled, her voice quieter than usual.

“You like it, don't lie” I said, grinning like a fool.

“I do not!” she shot back, but her face gave her away completely.

“Yeah, okay, Sunny,” I teased, stretching out on the sofa.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Well good night, kido.”

“Good night… mommy,” I replied in the most exaggeratedly childish voice I could muster. “Maybe mommy will tell her kiddo some story before sleeping?” hugging the blanket to my chest like a little kid begging for a bedtime story.

Her jaw dropped, and for a second, she looked completely dumbfounded. Then she burst into laughter, leaning against the back of the sofa for support. “Oh my gosh, you’re ridiculous!” she managed between fits of laughter.

I couldn’t help but laugh along with her, the absurdity of the moment.

“No, you little brat, I’m not reading you anything.”

“Aww, come on, Sunny,” I teased, looking up at her with wide, mock-pleading eyes.

She groaned, covering her face with her hands, but I caught the smile she was trying to hide. “Good night,” she finally said, her voice softer now.

“Good night, Sunset,” I replied, my tone sincere this time.

She turned off the light and walked back to her room, leaving me to settle into the sofa.

My eyes felt weary from staring at the ceiling above me, which blurred and faded into a haze. The dream lessness, a never-ending sea of shifting, swirling nothingness, was where I lost consciousness and returned. I groaned to myself, waiting for another mysterious vision or unsettling reenactment of my history.

“The fuck, ok what is it this time, another vision?” my voice echoed into the void.

But this time, someone answered.

“No,” a soft voice replied, tinged with warmth and sadness.

My breath caught in my throat. I knew that voice. I’d know it anywhere. Slowly, I turned around, and there she was. “Mom…” My voice cracked, disbelief and longing washing over me in equal measure.

Her features were both familiar and ghostly as she stood there in a soft glow. Although she had a nice smile, there was something unstable and a glimmer of emotion in her eyes that she was finding difficult to control.

“Welcome, son,” she said softly, her tone trembling just enough for me to notice.

“Is this real?” My words stumbled out, my heart racing.

She stepped closer, her presence as soothing as it was surreal. “a part of me lives in you. Always has, and always will be.” Her smile deepened, though her eyes glistened.

“It is truth right? About you about my real iddentiy your from equestria right??”

She nodded. “Yes. And now, so do you. The truth is yours. But listen to me, my son—what happened to me, that was my burden. It doesn’t need to weigh on you .”

“How it can not?” I asked, my voice rising. “Im mo-"

She raised a hand gently, stopping me mid-sentence. “No, you aren't a monster you are my brave son, I’m so sorry you had to carry that. But you are not defined by pain.” Her gaze softened as she continued. “You are what you choose to be. You have your father, your friends—they care for you, and they will help you carry what you cannot.”

I opened my mouth to speak, to ask her to stay, but she smiled knowingly, as if she already understood.

“And some,” she added, her eyes twinkling, “maybe are even more than friends…haha”

“Mom—” I started, reaching out, but she interrupted me, her voice firm yet gentle.

“Remember this, son, my decisions have no impact on you, , you will never have to be responsible for them I love you. ”

Her image began to fade, the glow surrounding her growing fainter.

“No, wait!” I reached out desperately, but she was already slipping away, her form dissolving into the void.

“I love you,” her voice echoed one last time, lingering in the air as the void collapsed around me.

Gasping for air, I jolted awake. I felt my chest heave as I tried to get rid of the intensity of the dream. Even as reality rushed back, my hand reflexively pushed to my heart, the warmth of her presence still remaining there. The dimly lighted room around me felt too silent and oppressive, so I sat up, still trying to control my breathing. I jumped as the door suddenly exploded open with such power. As the light streamed in, Sunset appeared with her purple pajamas disheveled and her hair in a tangled mess, the known two-toned sun embossed on the front. She appeared to be partly sleeping, or perhaps not—still in the dreamland I had just left.

“Wha- What happened? Are you alright?” she demanded, her voice groggy but filled with concern.

“I-i think” I struggled to catch my breath, the remnants of the dream still clinging to me. “I just had some... weird dream.” In reality i was saying truth.

Without waiting for an invitation, she stepped inside and sat down beside me, careful not to sit directly on my legs, which were still stretched out across the sofa. Her presence was grounding, like an anchor in the storm swirling inside me.“Don’t lie to me,” she said softly but firmly. “I see you’re crying.”

“I am?” I asked, reaching up to touch my face. My fingertips came away damp. “holy shit. I am.”

Her eyes softened as she studied me, and I tried to wipe my cheeks, but the tears kept coming. And then, unexpectedly, I laughed. “Sunset, I swear I’m fine,” I said, my voice catching between the laugh and the lump in my throat. “I just… I had a dream about my mom. That's all im good now.” I laughed again, the sound hollow and a little unhinged, trying to convince myself—and maybe her—that I was okay. “Totally fine,” I added, even as my voice cracked at the end.

But the laughter didn’t fool her. She shifted closer, her hand resting on my arm, her touch gentle and grounding. “You’re not fine, i see that, and that’s okay. You don’t have to be fine all the time.”

Her words broke something in me, and the laughter faded. I swallowed hard, tears welling up again. Sunset leaned her head gently against mine, her voice quiet but steady. “One step at a time. You don’t have to figure it all out tonight.”

I opened my eyes, rubbed them, looked around for a comfortable position, bening my head to the left, and.....

“Ugh, what the…” I mumbled, rubbing my face as I turned to my left.

There she was... again Sunset, lying next to me, her head tilted back, mouth slightly open, and snoring softly. Her chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Her hair was still a mess from yesterday, and I could see the faintest hint of a drool stain near her cheek.

again?

My mind was racing to figure out how we got to be this way as I looked at her. The living room was filled with the setting sun. She was trying to console me while half sleeping. And we must have merely slept off in this manner.I looked at the wall mounted clock. 4:03 a.m. Maybe i wake her up? No theres was no way I’d do that. She needed rest.

But i can leave her like this either. Her neck was at an awkward angle, she looked so uncomfortable. What was I supposed to do? And then, out of nowhere, a crazy—no, stupid—idea popped into my head.

I moved as quietly and gently as possible, moving my legs off the couch and sat up. Sunset didn't move, even though every couch creak sounded like a thunderclap in the silence. I leaned forward and slipped one arm between her legs and the other under her back, my heart thumping in my chest. With a deep breath, I lifted her into my arms. She was lighter than I expected, her body limp with sleep.

For a moment, I hesitated, standing there in the middle of the room with her in my arms. Her face was so peaceful, so unguarded. She murmured something in her sleep, her head nuzzling into my chest like she was trying to get comfortable.My heart ached at the sight. What the hell am I doing? I thought.

This felt wrong like I was crossing some kind of invisible line. She’d already done so much for me. She let me stay here, comforted me when I broke down, and now here I was, carrying her like some kind of weirdo. But I couldn’t stop. She needed to sleep somewhere more comfortable. I nudged her bedroom door open with my foot. The faint scent of lavender hung in the air, calming and soothing. Then i saw something like a journal with her sun laying under her bed "hm wonder what that is".

Carefully, I walked up to her bed and laid her down on the mattress. Her brow furrowed as she stirred slightly, but she remained unconscious. She reached out, her fingers curling toward me like a baby seeking comfort as I drew the cover over her.I forced myself not to laugh by biting my lip. She appeared so innocent and childlike at that precise moment. It was nearly excessive.I watched her for a few seconds as I stood there.

No. No, no, no. Stop it, you absolute weirdo. What the fuck are you doing? Don’t just stand here staring at her. That’s creepy.

Turning on my heel, I practically bolted out of the room, closing the door behind me as quietly as possible. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and my face was burning. With a trembling breath, I collapsed back on the couch in the living room. Exhaustion gradually took the place of the adrenaline. My thoughts reverted to the dream I had about my mother, the warmth in her voice, and the way she had talked. I hurried to where I would sleep.My eyes grew heavier by the second as I lay there, gazing at the ceiling. My final thought was, "Sunset doesn't need to know, what happened second ago." Sleep took me back, drawing me into its embrace.

I woke up with a huge yawn and stretched my arms over my head. Though the dream, the discomfort with Sunset, and the emotional rollercoaster had all occurred, I had to confess that I had slept rather soundly. I felt as though I had rested, my back was better, and my head was clearer.

Sunset’s probably still asleep,

After standing up, I stretched again and looked around for a while. After last night, the living room was a little chaotic with pillows not in their proper positions and the blanket and sheet I had used crumpled on the couch. I decided to clean up, carefully folding the sheet and blanket before setting them beneath the coffee table. I fluffed the pillows back into their proper positions, stepping back to admire my work.

“Pretty good,” I muttered to myself, feeling a small sense of accomplishment.

I look at the mirror sunset was looking at the hair i brushed. "Despite everything its still you" I thought to myself

Standing there, another one of my so-called brilliant ideas popped into my head. I’ll make breakfast! The thought filled me with excitement as I walked into the small kitchen. From afar, it had seemed cozy, but now that I was up close, I realized just how tiny it really was. Everything was packed together—functional.

The first thing I noticed was the pizza box from last night sitting on the counter. I picked it up, giving it a squeeze to close it before tossing it into the trash. “At least we didn’t leave too much of a mess,” I murmured. Next, I opened the refrigerator, expecting to find some variety of food to work with. Instead, I was met with... well, not much. A carton of eggs, a pack of bacon, and a few random condiments on the shelves.

“Pretty empty,” For a second, I wondered if this was why Sunset was so thin—she just didn’t keep much food around.Eggs and bacon need to do, i can work with this. I pulled the items out and set them on the counter, starting up the coffee machine as I got to work .

The sound of bacon sizzling filled the air, and I felt a small sense of pride as I flipped the strips in the pan. Then scrambled the eggs, adding a pinch of salt and pepper before plating everything. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the smell of breakfast, and I couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t a five-star meal, but it was warm, filling, and made with care.

I set everything up on the coffee table the only table Sunset seemed to have and stepped back to admire my work. The plates of scrambled eggs and bacon sat next to steaming mugs of coffee, simple. Satisfied, I walked over to Sunset’s bedroom door and paused. I raised my hand and knocked gently on the door.

“Sunset?” I called softly. No response.

I knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing.

“Alright, here goes nothing, i see something i dindn't mean too that's on me, i can die with a view like this” I muttered to myself as I opened the door a crack, peeking inside.

Sunset was still fast asleep, sprawled out on her bed. Her hair was an absolute mess, sticking up in every direction, and her purple pajama shirt had ridden up slightly, exposing a sliver of her stomach. Her arm was draped over her pillow, she looked so peaceful that I almost didn’t want to disturb her.

Almost.

“Sunset,” I called again, a little louder this time.

She groaned softly, shifting under the duvet before cracking one eye open to glare at me. “What... what time is it?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

“Almost 9:30”

She groaned again, pulling the blanket over her head. “Too early.”

“I made breakfast,” I said, hoping the promise of food would coax her out of bed.

That got her attention. The blanket slowly lowered, revealing her messy hair and groggy face. “You... made breakfast?”

“Yep. Eggs, bacon, coffee. It’s waitin on the table.”

She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes.

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” I joked, stepping back to give her space to get up.

Sunset swung her legs over the side of the bed, yawning as she stretched. “Thanks”

“Anytime,” I turned and headed back to the living room, giving her a moment to wake up fully. By the time she joined me at the coffee table, her hair was slightly tamed, and she looked a bit more awake. She sat down across from me, eyeing the plates of food with a small smile.

“Alright, chef,” she teased, picking up her fork. “Let’s see if you can cook as well as you talk.”

I laughed, sitting down with my own plate. “Don’t get your hopes up too high.”

We dug into breakfast, the room was filled with the comforting sounds of clinking silverware and the occasional hum of approval from Sunset.

As I lifted a piece of bacon to my mouth, Sunset’s hand darted across the table with lightning speed. Before I could react, she snatched the strip right off my plate, popped it into her mouth, and began chewing with the most smug grin I’d ever seen.

“EY!” I protested, glaring at her in mock outrage.

She didn’t say a word, just smiled even wider as she chewed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I narrowed my eyes, trying to look stern, but the way her shoulders shook as she laughed made it impossible to keep a straight face. Before I knew it, I was chuckling along with her.

“You’re the worst,”

Before she could respond, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I picked it up, seeing Applejack’s name on the screen. “Hold that thought,” I told Sunset as I answered the call. “Hey, AJ, what's up”

“Mornin’!” Applejack’s cheery voice greeted me. “Ah was wonderin, if ya wanted to meet up with me and the girls today? We’re thinkin’ of hangin’ out later this afternoon.”

Sunset had gone quiet, her fork idly poking at her eggs. Her earlier grin had faded, replaced by a look that was harder to read—thoughtful, maybe a little downcast. My smile faltered.

“Can Sunset come with me?” I asked Applejack, keeping my voice casual.

“Course she can!” Applejack replied without missing a beat. “Ah was gonna call her after you anyhow. The more, the merrier!” I felt a wave of relief and looked back at Sunset, who was now looking at me with a mix of surprise and curiosity. Her eyebrows shot up for a moment before her expression softened into a warm, genuine smile. It was the kind of smile that made her eyes light up.

“Thanks, AJ. We’ll be there,” I said, hanging up after a quick goodbye, only to notice Sunset reaching for another piece of bacon. “Hey!” I barked, playfully smacking her hand away this time.

She froze mid-grab, cheeks puffed out as she chewed on the bacon she’d already stolen. “Mmm?” she mumbled innocently, raising an eyebrow as if to say, What?

“Alright, you’re now officially a bacon thief. First you raid my plate, now you’re going for seconds. Do I even get to eat any of this?”

She swallowed her bite and grinned. “You still have your eggs left, don't cry about this.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me. “Unbelievable.”

We finished breakfast—well, what was left of mine—I filled Sunset in on Applejack’s plan.

“So, AJ said we can head over anytime. The girls will be there in a few hours. Do you know where Applejack lives?” I asked, already suspecting the answer.

Sunset nodded, smirking. “You know i do.”

“Of course you do,” I repeated, matching her smirk. “Because you know everything, right?”

“Pretty much,” she said, shrugging as if it were obvious. We worked together to clean up the kitchen, the small space feeling even smaller as we moved around each other.

After we cleaned, i looked down at myself, still in the borrowed pajamas. I really need to get my clothes... Dad should be at work now, then i should grab them without confrontation with him, im not ready, not yet.

Taking the coffee cups and plates from the table, I carefully put them in the dishwasher. The sound of dishes clinking reverberated in the peaceful kitchen. My gaze strayed to the living room, where the TV was on and the child wearing the watch that made him look like aliens was playin. I plopped into the couch and allowed the show distract me.

“This is actually pretty good,” I muttered, half to myself.

Sunset’s door creaked open, and she peeked out, fully dressed and brushing her fiery hair. “You talking to yourself out there?” she teased.

“Nah, just saying this show isn’t bad,” I replied, glancing over my shoulder.

She chuckled, finishing up with her hair before disappearing back into her room for a moment. I stood up and headed to the bathroom passing the sunset making her makeup , grabbing the clothes I’d worn yesterday. The moment I picked them up, I winced. Ugh, they really stink.

My eyes caught a small bottle of strawberry-scented spray on the floor, likely one of Sunset’s. Without a second thought, I grabbed it and sprayed my shirt and pants liberally. The overpowering sweetness filled the bathroom, almost making me gag, but at least it was better than the burnt-paper smell from before.

Then I stepped back into the living room, Sunset was sitting on the couch tying her boots. She looked up as I walked in, raising an eyebrow. “Are you... wearing clothes i gave you yesterday? Ew”

“Uhhh, yeah,” I admitted, scratching the back of my neck. “I don’t exactly have options here. I need to go change at my house.”

She finished tying her laces and stood up, grabbing her leather jacket. “Alright. I’ll give you a ride.”

“Huh? Like, on your bike?”

She smirked, throwing her jacket on and grabbing her helmet. “Yeah, how else are we getting there? You wanna walk across town?”

Before I could protest, I found myself straddling the back of her motorcycle, gripping her waist tightly. The engine roared to life, and we shot down the road faster than I was prepared for. “SUNSET!” I shouted, my voice barely audible over the wind and the growl of the engine. “SLOW DOWN, PLEASE! I’M SCARED!”

She laughed, her voice carefree and utterly unbothered. “Don’t worry! You are good!”

“THAT DOESN’T MAKE ME FEEL BETTER!” I yelled, clutching her jacket as if my life depended on it.

“Relax,” she called back, her tone laced with amusement. “You’ll be fine. Just enjoy the ride!”

Enjoy the ride? How was I supposed to enjoy the ride when every nerve in my body was screaming at me to hold on for dear life? I buried my face against her back, muttering my last prayers to whoever might be listening.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, we pulled up in front of my house. The bike slowed to a stop, and I almost fell of it.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” Sunset said, grinning as she took off her helmet.

“You have a very different definition of ‘not bad.’”

She laughed again, swinging her leg off the bike. “You’ll get used to it.”

I wasn’t so sure about that. As I unlocked the door to my house, I glanced back at her. Despite the terror of the ride, I couldn’t help but smile at her carefree confidence. “Thanks for the lift,” I said, shaking my head.

“Anytime,” she replied, leaning casually against the bike as she waited for me.

As I opened the door and stepped inside, the familiar silence of an empty house greeted me. Just to be sure, I called out, “Dad?” My voice echoed faintly, but there was no response. Yeah, he’s not here, good.

Then I made my way toward my room, the living room stopped me in my tracks. On the table, there was a mess? at least thirteen empty Red Bull cans scattered across the surface, along with an opened bottle of Jack Daniel’s.. He had a rough time too, heh.

Shaking my head, I continued to my room. The familiar space felt oddly foreign for some reason, as though I moved quickly, grabbing a pair of jeans and slipping them on.

Then my eyes landed on that one—the shirt I hadn’t worn in years. It was bold, with a design that I used to love but had grown too self-conscious to wear bcs of my scars.... For a moment, memories of judgment and self-doubt bubbled up. But then I took a deep breath. No. I’m not scared anymore. They won’t judge me. They’ll support me. It’s time to change something in my life for once.

I grabbed the shirt and pulled it on, letting it settle over my shoulders like armor. A small, determined smile crept onto my face.

Quickly, I brushed my teeth, grabbed my wallet, and bolted back to the front door. Sunset was still sitting on her bike, waiting patiently with a relaxed posture. She looked up as I stepped outside, her face lighting up with a teasing grin.

I climbed on behind her, gripping her jacket. “Okay, just… be gentle, alright?”

Her laugh was immediate, and her voice was laced with playful mischief. “Be gentle? Don’t worry, I always am.”

It took me a second to process her joke, and when I did, my face flushed bright red. “Sunset! Not like that!”

Her laughter grew louder, and I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying how flustered I’d become. “Relax! I’m just messing with you.”

She revved the engine, and I braced myself for what was to come.

The ride to the farm was surprisingly smoother this time—or maybe I was just getting used to the adrenaline rush. The wind whipped past us, carrying with it the scent of open fields and fresh air. I loosened my grip slightly, feeling a bit more at ease as Sunset expertly maneuvered the bike.

When we arrived, the sight before us was breathtaking. Rows upon rows of apple trees stretched out across the horizon, their vibrant leaves shimmering under the sunlight. A large red barn stood proudly at the heart of the farm, surrounded by smaller structures and the occasional farm animal wandering about.

Sunset parked the bike near the entrance, and I climbed off, feeling my legs wobble slightly from the ride. She shot me a sly grin, clearly amused. “See? I told you I’d be gentle.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide the chuckle that escaped. Together, we took in the picturesque view of Sweet Apple Acres, the warmth of the sun on our faces. “This place is… something else,” I said, genuinely impressed.

Sunset nodded, her voice carrying a mix of fondness and nostalgia. “Yeah, it’s a good place. You’ll like the girls even more when you see them here. I feel its like like their natural habitat or something.”

We walked toward the barn, the smell of fresh apples and the faint sound of laughter filled the air, setting the tone for what I hoped would be a good day.

Author's Note

Heeey again another wholsome chapter, the weekend is still on let the girls and our beloved oc get some rest they deserve it. What is the better way to relax that spending the day with beloved friends? Have fun reading