She jolts awake and takes a second to register where she’s at, “You slept well.” She looks at you but doesn’t register your voice in her lethargic haze. She also fails to comprehend your intentions as well because she lays her head right back down and smacks her dry mouth before relaxing again. She’s not making this easy. You gently shake her shoulder, “Rainbow you need to get up now.” This time she regains complete consciousness and starts her boot up sequence again, completely unaware of her earlier disturbance. She rolls her muzzle off your neck and yawns at the ceiling—retracting her wing at the same time. The absence of your extra layer makes you realize that you did in fact work up a light layer of perspiration as the area previously covered by her wing evaporates your much needed heat away. 