A yawn escapes from a purple-pink mare as she crawls out of bed, her eyes still half-lidded in response to the sunlight pouring through her window. She stretches a bit as her hooves hit the creaky wooden floor, a painful-sounding snap coming from her back as she does so. She slowly makes her way across the room, each hoofstep echoing through the mostly empty house. A slight groan can be heard as she enters the bathroom across the hall before lazily brushing her messy mane out of her face. Right now, she feels exhausted and downright miserable.