-Mist-
Reading was harder whenever Pinkie slept the night. In the mornings she sang in the shower, drew smiley faces on the fogged up mirrors, and prowled like a wolf through the mist.
That, by itself, was not enough to distract Twilight. What did was the way Pinkie always wandered into the study, towel draped loosely around her hindquarters, and flopped (wet, warm, tantalisingly fresh) beside her on the easy chair. Her curls would go everywhere, usually into Twilight's lap, and it was all very distracting.
On those mornings, it was Twilight's habit to also take a shower. A cold one.