You look over at the clock and notice it reads close to 9 AM. You were honestly surprised you slept so well considering how much of an active sleeper Dash was. Luckily she had no responsibilities until the weekend so you don’t have to wake her. Your hand slowly emerges from the sea of multicolored hair splayed out across your side. Careful not to disturb the pegasus, you gently stroke the side of her exposed neck. She was facing away from you so it was a bit easier to go undetected. The pads of your fingers trace across her short fur—contouring along the skin underneath. You make your way from the base of her ear to the top of her shoulder, then repeat, careful to never stroke against the grain of her hair. You follow a slightly different line each time as if you’re plowing a field. The pegasus shuffles a bit and twitches her ear—subconsciously pleased by your touch. 