Twilight opened her eyes. The room around her was unusually brighter than normal - that could only mean one thing - rolling out of the bed onto all-fours and dashing to the window confirmed it. She'd overslept. Again. Why hadn't Spike woken her up like usual? Twilight left the bedroom and migrated into the main library to try and put an answer to the question.
"Spiii-ike? Are you up yet?" She made her way down the main staircase, eyes scanning the library for the small purple dragon.
"Gah!" yelled Spike, as Twilight carelessly tripped over the third step that Spike had chosen as a napping place. Twilight's face hit the wooden floor rather hard, but not enough to do any concerning damage. After a short delay, Spike reconnected with reality and spotted a contortion of limbs right next to him. "Twilight? What are you doing down there?"
"I was busy trying to find you, but you weren't answering me. That's when I stumbled into you, in quite the literal sense," replied Twilight groggily