A Mother's Work is Never Done
Derpy Hooves' ears folded back against her head as the creak of her house's front door erupted through them. Her wings felt like lead, hanging weakly against her sides. For the first time in ages, she actually had to climb the stairs in her house, rather than simply flying up them. Her entire body screamed for rest. It was all she could do to make it to her bedroom, where she flopped down on her bed unceremoniously, not even bothering to remove her saddle bags.
From the front of her skull, the grey mare could feel the slight tingle that signified one of her eyes was acting up. She was too tired to care. She closed her eyes, trusting that it would work itself out as she slept.
The soft ticking of her alarm clock was the only sound in the room. It's regular click beat through Derpy like a metronome, slowly calming her mind, and bringing her closer
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