You groan. It’s way too early for her to be up on an off day where could she be? She was an adult and all, but it was unlike her to just disappear without warning. You sit up rather quickly to take a look around. Fear turns to relief when you see her prismatic mane bobbing just above the kitchen countertops. At the same time your nose picks up the smell of toast and fried eggs. Dash is making breakfast. You lay back down but continue watching as she goes about her own little routine. She stands on her hind legs and opens the cupboard to get something before setting it on the counter; both her hooves return to gently close the door. She must be afraid of waking you.