My Invisible Girl(mare)friend
I'd like to say that the bright, beautiful, yellow rays of the sun drifted through my bedroom window, gracing my face, and causing me to flutter open my eyes and smile at the anticipation of a new day...but I can't. Because that didn't happen. What happened went more along the lines of:
Beep, beep, beep!
"Gahhhhh..."
Beep, beep, bee-!
I let my hand rest on top of my clock for a moment before finally sighing and pulling away. It was a bit of an awkward position, seeing as the other bed's occupant was closer to the aforementioned clock, but had failed to get it, therefore my arm was stretched over her onto the bedside table.
She groaned a bit herself and shifted positions to face me. She looked at me with heavy eyes and a messed up hair-do.
I chuckled a bit after withdrawing my reach and said, "Wake up, sunshine, time to start your daaaayyyy..."
"No, go away," she grumbled and shifted around again, pulling the blanket over her shoulder.
"Well that's hardly fair; I stayed up until one-thirty in the morning working on that new project, but you got to bed five hours before that, but I still need to get up."
"I don't care."
"Oh come on, I'll make breakfast."
"Hmmm..."
"Hehe, ever since you came here you've gotten a bit...lazy..."
"Hey..."
"It's true, back in Equestria, you'd have waken up and hour before now."
"Yes, but in Equestria I had duties. Here I don't do much but read and take care of the kids while you tap away on your computer."
Good, the conversation was beginning to wake her up.
"But you like reading, and the kids are awesome."
"Still..."
"Hush, you love it here, now awaken thyself, purple unicorn."
"Never, I refuse."
I chuckled to myself. Yes. Right now.
"Zura!"
She gave a shriek of surprise as I darted both of my arms, jabbing her in the ribs and began to tickle her. I managed to get her off of the bed and she fell to the ground with a muffled thump.
"Hey!"
"Ha, that is what you get for defying The Great Leader."
"Shut up."
I gave her a look of warning and squiggled my digits.
On the floor, she rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, I submit."
"You are wise, now come, The Leader must make breakfast."
I crawled out of bed in my Pajama pants and undershirt.
"What does "The Leader" have in mind?" She asked as she caught up with me.
"BACON!"
"Eh, no."
"I am truly sorry that you are burdened with being born as an herbivore, I really am; bacon is epic. Well then, for the lady, lame old hot cocoa and eggs."
"Sounds good to me."
"But Bacon..."
"No."
"Tsk, tsk, child."
We made it downstairs and into the kitchen where I began to gather the necessary ingredients for fixing said breakfast while Twilight, the "she" whom I was referring too, sat at the table and rested her chin on the top.
"Hey, no sleeping on the table either."
"But why?"
"Because I said so."
Twilight began to grumble in mock anger and smiled at me. I returned the smile and got back to work.
"FLIT, SHINE, GET YOUR FEATHERED BEHINDS DOWNSTAIRS: TIME FOR EATING!"
"No need to yell..."
"I must, The Leader is in the mood for yelling."
Twilight rolled her eyes as she took the first sip of her cocoa. Seconds later, two smaller pegasai entered the kitchen from the stairs, one walking and the other in the air.
Now, I know what you're thinking: Human plus Unicorn equals Pegasai? How?
Well, don't ask, because I can't tell you; you'd have to ask Twilight about that. It involves some quantum physics, lots of magic, and some paradoxes, but all I know is that it's possible. No human children yet.
"Morning dad, mom " said the grounded one, after which flyer repeated the salutation.
Alright, time for some imagery. Ground pegasus is Tech: a ten-year-old colt with a light blue mane mane and tail, a lighter blue coat, and magenta eyes. He earned his cutie mark two days ago actually, an open laptop which faces outward towards the viewer. Kinda funny; most things involving tech, science, and the like have to do with unicorns, but not Tech here. Full-blow pegasus who loves to fly, but can also program computer like his daddy, at only ten years old too. Quite proud of him.
Air Pegasus is Flit: an even younger filly of whom has yet to earn a cutie mark of her own. Right now, she's eight, and is colored with a yellow coat and pink mane and tail...a lot like a certain shy pegasus on a certain television show... oh, and her personality is similar as well, though not nearly as much.
"Morning guys," I answered with a smile.
Flit went over and hugged her mother whereas Tech approached me and asked what I was making.
"Well, for you silly Herbivores, eggs and cocoa, but for me wise man, BACON!"
Tech gave and amused snort, "Please forgive me, oh master, for being born with herbivore in my genes."
"I'll try..."
Tech just chuckled again and went over to the table and soon we were all eating.
Although the morning had been a bit rough, I could still tell that it was going to be a good day.
