No matter how hard you tried, you just can’t do it. Sleep would not allow itself upon your person for the past three days. You tried all the old school remedies: warm milk, smooth jazz, even lying in a warm bath.

But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't fall asleep.

So, you decided it would be best to consult a doctor, which led you to Dr. Stable. After your examination, he hands you a prescription for sleeping pills. Once the appointment is over, you take a short walk over to the pharmacy. Handing over the prescription to the pharmacist, you feel someone tap your back.

You turn around and meet face to face with the pink aberration.

"Hi Anonymous! What are you up to?"

"Medicine," you grunt.

She tilts her head in confusion.

"Are you sick?"

You shake your head and turn back to the pharmacist who has your medicine prepared. Grabbing the bag, you quickly head out of the store and lose Pinkie. Closing your front door, you lock it up and close all the shades in your home. There was no need for distractions.

Placing the pillbox on top of your nightstand, you head into the kitchen to get a glass of water. You return to find Pinkie sitting on your bed.

"Pinkie?! How did you get in here? Why-"

She interrupts you with a loud "SHHHHH!" before gearing into her devious smile.

"Don't make so much noise! These are sleeping pills, you don't want to wake them up."