One hand cupped around the root of your partner's limp wing and the other snaked under her neck and wrapped around her head. Her hooves are similarly placed on you. You hadn’t even bothered getting under the sheets; you were all each other needed to keep warm. As long as she's propped up against something she seems to not snore as much. The mare you are studying is as peaceful as can be. Dash has her muzzle half an inch from your nose resting on the other side of your pillow, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape above a large spot of drool. Her frazzled mane drapes over her eyebrows and snakes outwards across your pillow—her myriad of colors surrounded by a golden hue from the rising sun.