Rarity yawned and rubbed
her eyes. What an odd little dream, she thought to herself,
blinking a few times to clear her vision. It had indeed been odd –
apparently she’d managed to stuff a marshmallow the size of her
head right down her throat with no trouble. Rarity glanced about,
half-expecting her pillow to be gone, if she remembered the cliché
correctly. Still there, she thought as she found her pillow
under her head and very much not in her stomach. Still, she felt
awfully bloated, and