You lay on your couch, staring at the ceiling of your apartment. Grabbing your can of liquid energy, you eye it carefully. You know, you promised yourself you wouldn't drink this shit anymore, but after a few nights of really shitty sleep... well, it's just about the only thing that keeps you ticking.

Your muscles ache in that special form of tiredness that gives you enough energy to get through the day, but makes every movement a malicious myriad of misery. You'd go to sleep, if you could, but you can't. Because the sky is awake. And when the sky is awake, your body is awake. Fuck you body. Get your own original joke.

There's three gentle knocks on the door. All you can do is groan. You know what time it is. You know exactly what it means. And you know you can't fight fate.

Grabbing your energy drink, you take another sip before rising to your feet. You feel every one of your muscles ache and protest as you stride across the floor. Maybe you should take an aspirin or two. Maybe if you fill yourself with enough crap to treat the symptoms of sleep deprivation, you can push through today.

Or miserable and in bed. Yeah. That's more likely. But let's take it a step at a time. Who knows what could happen.

You throw the door open and look down to the yellow pegasus. Surprisingly, she seems to be blindfolded. But not in the normal, kinky way. She's wearing a sleep mask, like those a pony would use when their room is too bright at night, or to accommodate a partner who turns the light on early in the middle of the fucking night and they're just PISSED. AND TIRED ABOUT IT. AND THEY'RE JUST DONE ARGUING ABOUT IT ALREADY.

Erm. She's also in a sleeping bag. It's pink and has little butterflies on it. It's cute.

Attached to the sleeping bag is a small note. You groan as you reach down to pick up the note, feeling something lightly pop in your back.

"Oh no! I have fallen asleep in a most precarious place!" Fluttershy's note reads. "I sure hope that Somnophilia isn't anypony's fetish. It would be terrible if I were to be taken advantage of right here while I'm most definitely asleep.

"Fuckin... go home, Fluttershy."

"Okay," she says with a sigh, before rising to her hooves and pulling off the mask.

With a groan, you slam the door and head back inside. You know what? Today sounds like a bed kinda day. Fuck it.