((Prompt: My favorite way to unwind.))
Hey squirt, what are you doing?
You're kidding, right?
No. No no no no. You can't just flop on a cloud and shut your eyes, and call it a nap. That's not a nap. It's an insult to the whole idea of napping!
Move over, squirt, lemme show ya.
First thing is, you gotta pick the right cloud. You got most of that right, I'll give you that. It's got just the right amount of fluff—not so soft that you sink through it, but not so firm that it leaves you sore when you wake up.
Problem is, it's in the wrong spot. Look at where you're at, Scoots. Anypony in Ponyville can find you here! And if they can find you, they can wake you up and bug you.
Yeah, I know. Till you can fly on your own, your choices are limited to the clouds that drift low enough to climb to. Hang on tight, squirt, I'm gonna move this thing.
There. Much better. You got shade, and privacy, and trees for you to climb back down.
Wait, what are you doing? Just 'cause you found the right spot doesn't mean you're ready to start napping. You haven't stretched yet.
Oh sure, right now you're a filly and nothing gets tight or sore for you. But trust me, you'll thank me when you get older. You get in the habit now, and years from now you won't wake up with a sore everything.
Heh, yeah, a lot of ponies don't appreciate how much work goes into a real good nap. It's a lot more complicated than it looks. I mean, anypony can just lie down and snore, but it takes a real expert to squeeze all the rest out of a nap.
Okay, so, next you gotta shape the cloud. Push the extra fluff over to one end like this, so you can use it as a pillow. If it's chilly out, you can make a blanket, but we don't need that today.
Just like that, squirt. You're getting the hang of this.
We're almost ready to settle in and do some quality snoozing. All that's left is to get into the right frame of mind.
I like to think about flying. Close your eyes, and just see the blue all around you. The ground is nothing but a memory, it's just you and your wings, sailing through the sky. Feel the wind tug at your feathers. Hear it whisper in your ears. Taste its coolness on your tongue.
Easy, now. It's not a race, you're just gliding. Spread your wings out and just float on the sky. There ya go, squirt. Just relax.
There ya go, Scoots. That's... *ya-awn* ...that's how you take a nap.
Sweet dreams, kiddo.