In the far end of her thinking, she would just shake her head a couple times from side to side and let out a deep sigh. A deep sigh of just wanting and be willing to forget it all. Sweetie was still a young filly and she had been thinking about things as if she was an aged mare. She didn't want to become an old mare on the inside for gold, not yet at least. So instead she snuggled up against the pillow a bit more and wanted to sleep just a bit longer before Apple Bloom and Scootaloo would be knocking upon her door for whatever reason.