When you put the phone back, something catches your eye. You lift your arm and the overly plush blankets to find Princess Luna’s sleeping head, laying just where it had been while you spoke in your dream. She’s lying on the floor about where you’d normally swing your legs over the side to get up. Good thing you hadn’t done so automatically, or you’d have kicked her in the noggin, and maybe impaled a calf on her horn. That would have been a rude wake-up call for both of you.