Today is the big day. Your Wonder Bolt has an airshow to put on. But before she can do that she needs to wake up. She’d probably sleep till noon if you let her. You turn back to her and take one last moment to appreciate the fact that both of you occupied the same six-by-two foot section of your queen sized bed. She’s so much more affectionate than you thought she’d be…and it’s great. You bring your hand to her face and tuck her mane away from her eyes. Fingers cut to the base of her hair and infiltrate her colors; they gently trace her scalp like an oversized comb.