Twilight entered her house and started brewing some coffee. While she waited, she cracked her neck and her knuckles, preparing herself for a rare light-nighter. I've heard some people prefer Crimson Bovine over coffee, but that stuff tastes terrible. Must be an acquired taste. She yawned. No! she scolded herself. No yawning. This is too important to yawn over!
She slowly drifted off to sleep, blissfully unaware that her inability to complete the equation would cause an incident that would haunt her for years.
“Little did he know that this simple, seemingly innocuous act would result in his imminent death.”
What you did here? Trixie sees it...
Okay, that one's a little too on the nose.