Twilight blinked slowly. The sunlight was bright coming through the opened curtains of the bedroom. Waving her hand at them, they closed. She started to sit up, but found Pinkie’s arm wrapped around her. Twilight grinned as she remembered exactly what had happened yesterday evening.
But didn’t we fall asleep on the couch? She still had the clothes she wore the day before on. Pinkie was still in her waitress attire. I know we did. Did Pinkie carry me up here? She smiled at the thought. She picked up the hand Pinkie had thrown across her, lacing their fingers together. I was going to actually get some work done today, but I guess I can sleep in.
She had just closed her eyes when Pinkie sat up, gasping. She looked around worriedly for a moment before flopping back onto her pillow. “Just a dream.” Looking over, she smiled at Twilight. “Hey, cutie.”
Twilight felt herself blush. “Hey yourself. Bad dream?”
Pinkie nodded. “Yeah. Better now though.” She shifted closer to Twilight. “You’re here and safe.”
“Do you want to talk about it? You seemed pretty worried.” Twilight wrapped her arms around Pinkie as she nuzzled into her neck.
She felt Pinkie shake her head. “No. It’s always the same one anymore. I know it isn’t real.”
Twilight pulled away from Pinkie, sitting up. Pinkie protested, but Twilight shook her head. “What do you mean, it’s the same one. Do you have nightmares often?”
Shrugging, Pinkie sighed. “It’s just…fire. Places burn. Sometimes it’s the bakery. Sometimes it’s Jack’s house or Rarity’s shop or Chy’s cottage. But a lot of times, it’s just you in a fire. And I can’t get you out and you won’t use your magic because your too afraid and—“
Twilight placed a finger on Pinkie’s lips. “Hey, I’m right here. You saw what the Cake’s wrote to you. Faulty wiring. As a town-owned building, the library gets checked out a lot. We’re safe here, okay?”
Pinkie nodded. Grinning, Twilight leaned in closer. “And you know what? I can do this…” She closed the gap quickly, giving Pinkie a chaste kiss. “…and cheer you up.”
It worked. Pinkie’s eyes widened as her grin grew. “You know what this means?”
“A party?” Twilight said.
“A party!” Grinning, Pinkie got out of bed. “Oh my goodness, I have to get a cake and punch and streamers and—I have to tell the Cakes. Mrs. Cake is going to be so happy. Have you told your parents? What about Johnathan? You probably told the Princess, though, but she might want to know that we’re actually together now. And—“
“Yes, yes, Pinkie. We’ll write the letters today.” Getting out of the bed as well, Twilight stretched. “Party’s when? Today?”
Pinkie nodded. “Of course.”
“So, how about I find some streamers, and you start the cake?”
“And maybe I’ll let you help me make frosting again for the party.”
Twilight’s eyebrows rose. She walked over to Pinkie, grabbing her hands. “I am one lucky girl,” she whispered.
In response, Pinkie wrapped her hands around Twilight’s neck, pressing their lips together once more.