Zestar Apple Flambe, Chapter 5: RearrangementsMore Like This
Twilight woke up to the sunlight streaming through her window. She felt... better. Not well, yet; images of what she learned in Canterlot still spilled through her mind and nearly made her shudder, but certainly better than she'd felt yesterday. Spike was still asleep, curled against her, and she spent a long moment seriously considering just going back to sleep, warm and secure and comfortable. Her conscience wouldn't let her, though. There was just too much to do today.
"Hey sleepyhead," she said, gently shaking the dragon. "Don't you have some farm chores to do?"
Spike started awake, saw the angle of the sunbeams and realized that he was late. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep in your bed." he said, getting up hurriedly.
"Don't apologize," she said gently. "It was nice. I can't remember the last time you played pillow for me. Guess you're somepony else's pillow now, huh?" Twilight winked, and Spike blushed.
"It's not... quite the same."
"I know it's not, silly." Twilight got