The sudden thump beside his bed woke Sunburst up, and he quickly lit his horn to see what was happening. "Starshine?" he asked, seeing the purple mare with golden splotches all over her coat lying on her back on the ground.
She craned her neck to get a better look at him, then flipped herself over. "I'm having an identity crisis," she said.
"What?" Sunburst asked, surprised.
"How do you expect me to answer that? I'm having a crisis, I told you!" Statshine replied. But she only whisper-yelled, she was still aware of how late it was.
Sunburst picked up his glasses and put on his cape, sitting more properly on his bed. "Can you explain to me what's going on?"
"Identity crisis," Starshine repeated.
Sunburst groaned, and put a hoof to his face more to drag the tiredness away from it than anything. "Why did it start? How did it start?" he asked.
"Yesterday I asked Starlight if she wanted ice-cream," Starshine explained.
Sunburst stared at her. "And?"
"I asked her!" Starshine again lowered her tone but shifted her inflection, making it clear it was meant to be a yell. "I shouldn't ask things! I don't need to ask things!" She flipped onto her back again. "I fear I might be beginning to exist."
Sunburst blinked a couple of times. "Do you want to sleep here? Do you think that might help you feel better?"
"I shouldn't need to sleep." Starshine gave a wavy pout. "Sure. Thank you, dad."