You wipe the smile off your face just in time for her to spin around to check on you. You hear her holding a breath of anticipation across the room, and you didn’t dare peek. After a moment she turns to inspect the cabinet and rub at the divot her hoof left in the wood. She looks around nervously before gingerly placing the knife in the sink. Without further ado she places breakfast on a tray and softly approaches the bed. The tray gets gently deposited on your nightstand and she turns to look at you but pauses as if contemplating how to wake you. You can feel her breath from a distance; her penetrating gaze making you sweat bullets behind closed eyes. Does she know? 