When you wake up the next morning, you see that someone has put a plate of food on the table next to you. You eat it, grateful for some sustenance, then dump the plates on the floor and readjust the sheets which came loose in the night.
After spending so long in bed, you're starting to smell like a bin that has been set on fire and extinguished by a skunk. You reluctantly get out of bed and go to the door, which you open slowly as not to make any noise. Poking your head out, you see that there is nobody around, so you head across the corridor into the bathroom, where you wash yourself in the sink on account of the fact you'd shatter your spine if you tried getting in the shower.
Satisfied that you no longer smell like something military scientists would want to weaponise, you head back to your fortress... only to find Fluttershy changing the bedlinen. She is humming to herself as she puts a fresh duvet cover on; in fact, she's so preoccupied, she doesn't even notice you until you're standing in front of her.
"Fluttershy."
She lets out a half scream, half squeak and flops onto her back with all four legs pointing straight up. You stand over her and see, with some amusement, that her eyes are closed and her tongue is sticking out one side of her mouth.
"Fluttershy, it's Anon, remember?" you step over her and get back into bed. "Stop pretending to be dead."
She slowly stands up, her cheeks turning crimson. "Oh, hello, Anon," she says. "Sorry about that; I tend to scare easily." A smile crosses her face as she gestures to the bed. "I changed the bedlinen for you if, um, that's all right."
"It's fine, thank you," you reply.
Fluttershy nods. "You're welcome," she says. "So, um, I had some spare time after making sure I'd tended to my animal friends, and decided to come over and see how you are doing."
"I'm doing great," you respond. "Twilight reckons there's a possibility I'll be home in the year never, give or take a few years divided by however long a snowball can last in Hell."
Either Fluttershy doesn't pick up on your sarcasm, or she chooses to ignore it. "That's nice," she replies. "So, how would you like to go outside? I can show you around Ponyville, if you want me to."
You look over at her; she's still got that sincere smile on her face, and her eyes almost look as if they're shining. If you weren't in such a foul mood right now, you'd almost find it adorable.
"You mentioned animals?" you ask.
"Oh, yes." Fluttershy nods again. "I take care of many animals at my home just outside of Ponyville, and I—"
"Do you ever bug those animals when they're trying to sleep?" you snap, to which she shakes her head. "Right then; would you do me the same courtesy, and just leave me alone?"
Fluttershy's smile evaporates in nanoseconds, and is replaced with a soul-crushing look of utter and hopeless despair. She doesn't say anything as she leaves the room, though you do pick up the sound of her crying as she runs away down the corridor.
You feel a pang of regret for the briefest of moments, but you brush it aside as you shut your eyes and wait for sleep to claim you.