7:05 am
"He's going to be late," you think to yourself.
You hate the idea of waking him, he needs his sleep but he also can't be late for work. With a heavy heart you flutter to his bedroom to find the sleeping giant sprawled out across his bed. His gut is exposed and a soft snore can be heard. You can't help but giggle a little to yourself.
"Anon," you softly speak as you boop his nose.
He scrunches his face and adjusts his position but stays asleep. You boop a few more times with similar results. So you move onto plan B. You land on his face and pry open his eyelids to find those big green eyes staring into the abyss. At least that's what you thought as they suddenly move to look at you, startling you in the process. With a squeak, you tumble backwards off of Anon's face and onto the soft mattress.
"Morning 'shy," Anon grunts as he sits up.
Before you can reply, he lifts you up and places you onto the bedside table before getting up. He was a little rougher than usual when handling you but it's alright. He just woke up. Shortly after he leaves the room, the sound of rushing water can be heard as Anon takes his shower.
So you, being the good little pony that you are, decide to fix Anon some breakfast. As you sit in the kitchen, you ponder to yourself what you should make him. Bacon and eggs is one of Anon's favourites but you're pretty sure he doesn't have any bacon. Cereal could be good, but everything is too heavy for you to lift. So toast is really the only option.
After a few minutes of wrestling with the bread bag clip, you finally manage to free a slice and place it into the toaster. Then from atop the toaster, you spy the little lever that'll drop the bread and toast it. So you leap. Quite gracefully if you do say so yourself. When you land, the lever drops slightly. Nowhere near enough to click it into place. So you bounce a few times until it finally does. There, Anon is going to be so proud. As the toast begins to cook, you think about the next step in your plan.
"What would Anon like on it?"
Should you butter it? What if Anon doesn't feel like strawberry jam? What if he wants apricot or something? Does Anon even have peanut butter? Crunchy or smooth? Then, you're brought back to reality but a grainy, charcoal smell. Your nose lifts into the air as you try to work out where it's coming from. As the realisation hits you, you feel two fingers lifts you up and place you onto the counter.
"Fluttershy, if you sit on the button like that then it can't eject," Anon states as he grabs a slice of very burnt toast and sticks it into his mouth.
"Wait, was this for you?"
You shake your head.
"Oh good, thanks. I've got to head to work now, you behave."
"Did you brush your teeth?" you ask as you notice his wet and messy hair.
"No time."
He gives your mane a quick pet goodbye and with that, you're alone. Without a moment to waste, you fly back into Anon's room to find his bed unmade as always. You give yourself a nod of determination before you begin to struggle with making it for him. You pull the sheet back tightly using your mouth and tuck it under the mattress, only once did you find yourself stuck underneath it. By the time that's done, your wings and jaw are already sore but you're not about to give up.
Pulling the pillow back to its proper position, you prod and dance on it a little to try and fluff it up a bit to no avail. It just looks deflated like always. Maybe it means it's time for Anon to replace them. You'll have to remember that. Then you make your way to the blanket. This would be so much easier if you were a unicorn, then again you wouldn't really be able to get around the house so easily without your wings.
"Being an alicorn must be wonderful," you murmur to yourself as you grip a corner of the blanket and float off the bed.
With small tugs you fix it in place. Now for the creases. It takes who knows how long just to flatten them out and all the strength you had left. Once it's done though, you flutter over to the other side of the room to inspect your work, a bit of pride in your heart. Then, as you look over the bed, you notice it isn't done all that well. Your heart sinks just a little. There's still so many creases, a pillow is crooked and you forgot a corner of the blanket. With a very, very tired sigh you get back to it.
If you thought you were tired and sore before, you're exhausted now. Your wings ache, it feels like they are screaming for you to stay grounded. Your jaw is pleading similar demands and you're struggling to find the energy to fight it. Eager to rest, you sink onto the bed, legs sprawled for the far corners and before you know it, you fall asleep.
You didn't intend to take a nap, but you did. But when you wake, your body feels all the more refreshed for it. Parts still feel a little tender but it's pleasing kind of pain, because you're proud of yourself. You made Anon's bed for him. Which you've never done before. And Anon didn't seem to mind the burnt toast. So far, you've had a pleasing day. It's probably a good idea for you to take it a bit easy for now before you find something else around the house to do.
As you sit at the small doll house table, sipping tea with your friends.
"So how was your day Thrall?" You ask the little figurine.
You feel a little bad for the poor dear, his legs don't bend so he's stuck standing for all your tea parties.
"That sounds lovely," you reply before turning to ask Batman the same.
Then your tea party is interrupted by the return of Anon. He's home awfully early as you check the clock. Not that you're complaining, it's wonderful to see him back. The others aren't really talkers.
"Welcome home," you gleefully call out.
"Hey 'shy. Looks like I've got the fl--ah-achoo--u," he says as he stumbles inside.
"Oh dear, you should get some rest."
"Yeah."
He takes off to his room and a loud thump can be heard as he falls into bed. You wonder to yourself if he noticed that you made it for him as you open the doll wardrobe. Thanks to all the spare time you get, you've been able to practice making clothes. You don your nurse uniform, look it over in the mirror and give yourself a nod of approval. Then you take off for Anon's room.
He's lying face down on the bed, as he walked in. He hasn't even taken off his shoes. So you do it instead. Luckily it's just laces. You can just tug one strand of the loop and the whole thing comes undone then the shoe only needs a little push. Once his shoes are off, you notice they actually have a funky smell to them. You've never noticed that before, maybe it's because you're so close to them. So you eagerly make your way up to the pillow where Anon lies.
"Anon," you whisper.
If he's asleep you don't want to wake the poor thing.
A muffled, "yeah," can he heard in response.
"Have you got any medicine?"
He turns his head over to you so you can hear him, his eyes remain shut.
"Already taken some. Just need to sleep it off and I'll be right as rain."
"O-Oh... So there's nothing you need me to do? I could make soup."
"I think that'd be a little too difficult. You're a bit too small to help like that."
Your heart drops like iron. You're sure he didn't mean anything mean by it, but you want to help him. He's always taking care of you.
"W-What if... if it's okay w-with you... I could--watch over you while you slept? Make sure everything's alright."
You notice a half smile grow on his face.
"Sure," he replies as he sits up.
You float in the air as he adjust the bed, placing a pillow beside himself and then climbing under the blanket. He then pats the pillow beside him, gesturing to you. You lay on it, curling your legs underneath you as Anon makes himself more comfortable.
"It's so I don't roll onto you while I sleep," he says as he drifts off.