Cotton candy clouds with Angel bunny skipping through them tank was there too there’s something I’m meant to be doing what is it I’m meant to be-
-Awake!
Fluttershy rubbed her eyes. She’d dozed off again. She glanced at the fireplace. The milk and cookies were still there. That at least meant he hadn’t come yet. At least if he did, he’d have snacks. The exhausted pegasus clambered to her hooves and staggered about, trying to do some exercises to keep her awake. If she didn’t fall asleep, then the Hearths’ Warmer wouldn’t show up. Unless all parents and Pinkie Pie were wrong. Somehow, the clock kept jumping forward every time she blinked. She wasn’t quite sure how she’d ended up snout-down in the rug. It’s so comfortable. She rubbed her face against it. Surely it couldn’t hurt to lay down here for a couple of seconds… with my eyes shut- no, I can’t shut my eyes- but it feels so good-
Fluttershy leapt to her hooves. She would not fall asleep; in fact, right now she felt wide awake. Which was weird. She wondered whether the creeping blue dawn light had anything to do with it. In her sleep-deprived state, it took her a full minute to register that particular thought. She rushed to the window. The lightening sky lit the fluffy snow in a pale periwinkle hue, and the remaining robins and sparrows and such were twittering a flutist’s dream chorus. Which all meant she’d fallen asleep and that it was morning. She gently bumped her head on the glass, chastising herself for her thoughtlessness; after all, there were such things as coffee and she was pretty sure Twilight knew an insomnia spell, with all the late-night study sessions she pulled. Surely she could have tried harder to stay awake. Eventually she turned to witness the results of her failure. There must have been… two presents? And they were the ones under the tree, the ones she and Angel had got for each other. That meant…
As the cold winter sun crept over the horizon, the tall, yellow mare, happily humming to herself, pulled on her warm woollen winter wear and trotted into town, towing a small wagon containing Angel and a small pile of presents for her friends.
She didn’t notice that the milk and cookies were gone.