I woke up in my room in Canterlot Castle as the sun broke through the curtains by my bedside, the warm rays reaching across my face. I grunted and stretched languidly, my arms touching the headboard and my toes reaching to hit the baseboard. I glanced up towards the bedside table and squinted at the small mechanical alarm clock, observing the blurry hands, before I reached up and rubbed at my eyes. I gave the clock a second look, and successfully determined that it was too early. I also knew that there was no possibility of rolling over and going back to sleep. Princess Celestia had moved me to this room a week ago, and while it was certainly more well-appointed then the small quarters I had initially been housed in, the underlying objective had been to get me onto the Eastern side of the castle, where the sun hit earliest. Princess Celestia did not appreciate my insistence on sleeping in. She was a mare of action, the Patron Saint of Early Risers. 