I open my eye's to the sight of my bedroom ceiling,

Remaining frozen in place, getting used to the feeling of awakening.

I feel these feelings

The sensations of coming to life once again

Returning from a world from within my head. So cold, yet so grand.

I get on my hooves and trot to the window. It is a warm summers day in Canterlot

The birds singing there elegant songs, the wind smoothly flowing

The scent of the morning dew evaporating and bringing fourth the essence of the flowers and the bakeries below.

Swiftly moving my hooves now, I am in the grandest of spirits. I trot to my bedroom door, moving faster down the halls.

I am joyous to reach Canterlot, to embrace the day for what it is and what it could be. Everything in it's place, as the way they should be. All is well, and well is I.

~Sophia, pony of the north.

"Pony songs, Tails, and Journeys beyond Equestria"