                I gave a very enthusiastic sigh before scrunching up my list and tossing it into the overflowing waste bin, teapot-stallion and all. My muse shall have to wait to christen my masterpiece. I turned to the bed to rouse my army of one. I found young Willow squirming uncomfortably in her sleep, groaning some nonsense about the moon chasing her and sitting on her. I frowned as I recognized the telltale signs of a nightmare. "Somepony's not doing her job." I shot the door a dirty look before turning my attention back to Willow.