The monotonous drone of your shower travels down the dark hallway and reaches your ears; your mind drifts to the mare it contained. You have to admit things had progressed pretty quickly between you two, but it brought no cause for concern. First and foremost you’d known almost everything about each other for nearly a year so you got to skip that part of relationship building. Seldom did a day go by where you didn’t grab lunch with her, or watch her practice. For some reason she always seemed to enjoy hanging out with you…even though you hated sports. You didn’t hate the idea of sports, you just weren’t any good at them. Early on you’d wondered why she kept stopping by to drag you to the park every afternoon. Not that you didn’t enjoy it, on the contrary, you thought it was awesome that you got to interact with a supersonic flying pony. The best explanation you could come up with was she thought you were cool because you were an alien. But as time passed your novelty never seemed to wear off; you eventually put your pointless questions behind you and started enjoying her for who she was. 