>You're sitting up against the bed frame, sheets of cotton and polyester holding you down gently.
>The bed is supremely comfortable, a gift from the Apple clan - something like their cousin someone-or-other's old bed. The sheets are red and green, the muted sort that goes well together, at least in your eyes.
>On top is a big wool blanket almost like a quilt, red apple fashioned right in the center.
>It's a beautiful day already, you can feel it.
"Man...this...this is the life."
>The blanket rustles again.
>"You said it, brother."
>You jolt up in surprise. The blanket coils around the base of your hips.
>A mildly amused Rainbow Dash emerges from the covers, over and between your legs like some kind of reverse birth.
>"Hey Anon. Yeesh you scare easy. Can I hang with you today?"
>You sigh and put your head in your hands.
"Rainbow Dash. Why the hell are you in my bed?"
>She cocks her head to the side.
>"Whaddya mean? We're dating now."
>You rub your mouth with the palm of your hand.
"Dash...I said I wanted to take this slow. I didn't even know you were coming over."
>Rainbow Dash looks a bit concerned but still puts on a quiet smile.
>"Yeah, that. I figured, maybe we could get the uncomfortable bits out of the way, ya know? And..."
>Her eyes dart aside.
>"...and maybe, we could...I mean...it might make it easier..."
>Dash trails off a bit.
>"...to get to...ya know..."
>Even in her odd state, you'd be lying if you said that you weren't at least a little endeared by it.
"Dash."
>She perks up and looks right at you again.
"When I said I wanted to take it slow, I meant it. I like you..."
>Dash beams.
"...which is why I don't want to rush this."
>Her mouth comes together in a pout.
>"But come ooooon! I know it's fine, you know it's fine - so what's the problem?"
>Propelled by her wings, Dash drifts upwards and floats at eye-level.
>"Look - Anon. You're a cool guy - I trust you. And if you're coming on too strong then I can let you know."
>Her wings flap a bit slower.
>"It's not...me, is it?"
>She all of the sudden can't meet your eyes again.
>How are you going to get out of this one?
"Dash..."
>She falters and floats gently to the seat of the bed.
>You'll need quick thinking to solve this mishap. Unfortunately, you're not much one for quick thinking.
"Rainbow...it's not you. It's...me."
>You can't believe you just said that.
>She doesn't react to this. Something, anything will do.
>Rainbow Dash is still not looking at you.
>"...Right. That means it's double-me."
>You're already trying to stumble your way into a retort but she holds her hoof up and beats you to it.
>"No no. I get it. I can take it slower. The sneaking-in-your-bed thing was kinda weird."
>You laugh and put your hand on the base of your neck. It's freezing.
"Maybe a little."
>Dash laughs back and the cold in the room seems to dissipate, if only slightly. 
>This is only, of course, to be overtaken by awkward silence.
"So, uh...I gotta go to work."
>Dash smiles in the same manner she did yesterday - the kind that made your heart melt.
>"Okay! I'll walk with you."
>You smirk and slide out of bed in a mangled half-pirouette.
"I must be something special if I have Rainbow Dash walking for me."
>She laughs and hops to the floor, hoofing your leg with a mean (if soft) right hook.
>"Shuddup you dork! You know what I mean. Fly, walk, whatever!"
>Your smirk pushes at the corners of your mouth until it can safely be called a smile.
>Hand ruffling the mane of a slightly flustered Rainbow Dash, you make your way towards the door to prepare for work.