Twilight opened her eyes. All sixty-seven of them.
That was new. Three more than yesterday. And one more wing, too.
A horrifying screech emanated from where her mouth once was as she yawned. Spike had long-since grown accustomed to her smiting gaze by now, what with living in the same castle as her from the very beginning of the transformation.
She lit her twenty-third horn and cloaked her form to better match that of her mortal subjects... and proceeded to immediately collapse in a heap on the floor.
Spike's muffled voice came from behind the door. "Alright, I'll get you another cup of coffee."