So I have a roommate... her name is Trixie. She is a very kind, nice, and considerate pony. *happy trotting noises*
Or, um... well - sort of. *nervously clops hoofs together*
You see. *pauses and looks around shyly and then whispers* I was sleeping tonight and she came in to go to sleep and woke me up like she always does (I kind of expect it.) *looks warmly down at the floor and slightly to the right, gently shuffling a hoof*
What? *surprised* You think that is bad? No - it's fine. I don't mind, really. I mean, I have been wanting to try to get back to a regular sleep schedule lately - and almsot did! *excited hoof noises*, *sober hoof noises* but as long as I eventually get all of my sleep within a 24-hour period, that's good enough, right? *shocked* It doesn't work that way? Oh, well... *shyly shuffles right hoof*
How does it happen, you ask? Usually, she just pops open the door with her hoof and very considerately, only moderately-softly proclaims, "The Great and Powerful Trixie has entered the room!" This usually wakes me up, but I know she is doing it out of kindness. Then she trots over to the bed, hops in, and pulls out her cell phone. As I begin to drift back to sleep, she starts giggling loudly at funny magic tricks she's thinking about adding to her routine. It doesn't bother me, though. I mean, who can help laughing at a funny joke, right? Pinkie Pie makes funny jokes all the time. *nervously clops hooves together*
At least that's what she did tonight. So just as I was drifting off to sleep, she giggled, jolting me out of my sleep again. I tried listening to music on my ponyphone to drown out the noise, but then that just woke me up more, and her giggling continued anyway. So I got out of the closet - *looks at you, surprised* Oh - Why am I sleeping in a closet? Well, I like it. *shyly smiles, glancing up at you* Anyhoof, I get out of the closet and trot by the big bed she is laying in, coming out into the living room.
Having only gotten 2 1/2 hours of sleep, I felt pretty tired and unable to do anything, so I just put my face in my hooves at my desk and relaxed. Oh, and I guess Trixie was a little high on Zecora's magic plants, too, because she was singing and talking and giggling loudly after I left. So it's a good thing I did leave when I did - otherwise, Trixie might not have had so much fun! *yawns*
Anyhoof, I should really learn to be a heavier sleeper. I wonder if I can learn