C-Lene

 I wish for a warm, sunny morning to wake up to. Open my eyes and see the person I love lying next to me. To hear her breathe; fresh morning air flowing through her hair. I lean close to her and smell the flowery scent of her body. I kiss her on the lips. I wish to be the first thing she sees, when she opens her heavenly eyes, the first thing she smiles at. I want her to stretch her body and wrap her arms around me. We’d look into each others' eyes and drown in each others' souls. We don’t get up until the sun stops playing on our skins. Stops lighting the shine of eternal love. Till it is high noon. When we finally get up I sit

The Day Ponyville Slept, and Survived By: Cylene It was a warm summer evening in Ponyville. The sun was preparing her setting, flooding the town with orange-reddish light. In a small, cozy-looking house a whistling sound could be heard in the kitchen. A light purple, almost pink, but not quite, foreleg turned off the flame of the oven, and lifted the teapot. Fairy Tail poured herself a cupful and took a sniff. She loved a good mix of lemon and mint tea. A touch of freshness with a whole lot of sour. Fairy Tail was considered the storyteller of Ponyville. Her mane white of old age, but her fur still as colorful as her youthful personality