>”Time to wake up Chrome.”
>Master stands over you as you lay in your bed, a.k.a the sofa with a blanket.
>you hear his voice but opt to keep your eyes closed and pretend you are asleep for just a few seconds longer
>you'd always be up before Master, ready with the morning's newspaper and cup of tea
>but as of late, you've made it your duty to clean the house whenever Master is away in the hopes he will complement you on such fine work.
>he hasn't yet.
>that's fine though. You just need to work harder.
>you'll be the best browser pony for Master, then Master will hug you and pat you on the head like you dream he will.
>but with all that extra work you are finding yourself even more exhausted at the end of each day.
>you need a good 20 minutes more sleep.
>but Master is telling you to wake up. 
>you decide to put your own selfish desires of sleep aside and begin the long and painful task of actually waking up and getting out of bed.
“I'm sorry master... i'm up now.” 
>you say as you wipe your eyes and throw the covers off
>you yawn and stretch your hooves till they click, and extend your wings as you jump off your bed.
>as long as Master is awake, it's his sofa, it's only your bed if he's not in, or is already asleep. 
>You still remember what he said all those years ago when you fell asleep on it.
>he said that you could keep the sofa for yourself as long as he could sit on it some time
>you look at Master he's giving a warm slime and you can't help feel embarrassed, you feel your cheeks flush red, you quickly make sure you look presentable and
>you avoid looking Master in the eye as you climb down off the sofa
“i'm sorry I took so long getting up, Is there anything you wanted Master?”
>he smiles
>”Yes please Chrome, could you look up 'Romantic places in and around Ponyville.”
>Your heart skips a beat.
“R-Romantic places?”


>you stutter as you say the words
>you never would have thought Master had a side like this.
>had Master found a special somepony, who could it be?
>you don't think it could be..
>your heart-rate triples and your face glows red
>could he be talking about you?
>does he want to take you to a romantic place?
>you feel your legs go weak and you fall on your back legs looking up at Master
>his eyes look deep into yours, your gut fills with butterflies 
>Master looks at you then gets on one knee staying eye level with you
>his face comes in close to yours, you feel his breath, he's never been this close to you before
>you could lean forward and rest your head in his neck, you can smell that cologne again, the sent that drives you wild
>you feel your body want to tilt forward as you try more than anything to bury your face against his warm chest
>”are you ok Chrome?” he says slowly
>it takes you a few seconds to actually understand what he said and process it.
>you jump back now realising how close you where to him.
>you where practically touching 
>you mumble under your breath unintelligible words
“Mmmm~ i'mm sorry.”
>you don't know what came over yourself.
>you're a grown mare, you shouldn't be acting like a little school filly with your first crush 
>not around Master.
>and most certainly not WITH Master 
>there are no laws around that kind of thing, but it would seem so lude, 
>wouldn't it? 
>you try to look Master in the eye, tell him you're sorry
>you'd act your age and look him straight in the eye. 
>'Oh master I’m sorry, I was being very immature, I promise it won't happen again because I’m better than this.'

>he'd see how mature you where being about the subject and praise you for it
>'Chrome Pony you are very smart and beautiful I’m sure this won't happen again because you're so mature and sensible.'
>you decide this is the best choice of words and open your mouth to speak.
>but all that comes out is a startled gasp.
>you stop, and stare into Master's eyes, you cannot believe what is happening.
>Master has his hand on your cheek
>he's touching your face 
>it's warm and soft, you could die right now you are so happy
>you can't help but feel the tears run down your face as you lean your head into him letting his hand support you
>you close your eyes and lose yourself in this bliss.
>your body is warm and you feel lighter than air having Master touch your face.
>with his thumb while holding your face he wipes the tears away and tilts you head up to meet his gaze
>you open your eyes, with your crying the world is a haze
>but with Master there in front of you, holding onto you, caressing your face everything is clear
>you close your eyes again content to just sit there felling his hand against your coat.
>after so long spent in that embrace you feel his hand slip away
>you open your eyes again to ask him why, but your voice is stolen.
>you are lying down, in your bed.
>the cushion you have come to so fondly love that smells of master rests on your face where his hand was in your dream
>you grip the cushion tight and bury your face into it to muffle your crying
“He'll never see me like that, why do I kid myself.”
>the sent that was once so strong on the cushion has faded with time, you sniff into it determined to feel Master's closeness one last time before you fall back to sleep.