Up in the morning

It was the second morning of the Deep Freeze [link] in my Equestria dreamscape. At about 3am I had gotten up and performed my duty of assuring that all the fires were properly refueled. Good thing since they were starting to die down and it would've gotten cold inside pretty quick! As quickly as possible I finished these tasks and then retreated back to the refuge of a warm bed and two warm mares then quickly drifted back off to sleep.

When I awoke again it was after dawn and I discovered that Petina had rolled over to the far left side of the bed, but Carousel was now snuggled up against my chest and was nuzzling against my neck. Well there definitely worse ways to start the morning and she smelled great. Along with general smell pony there was the wonderful aroma of fresh cut summer grass, honeysuckle, and thyme. I don't know if my movements woke her or if she was already awake but she raised her head and in a sleepy voice wished me a good morning. After some brief small talk she took a moment and peered under the covers. She then declared that there was no doubt I was a stallion. Yep, like many males certain parts of me had gotten "up" earlier in the morning than the rest of me. For a moment it created a rather awkward, if comedic, moment. However she quickly dispelled any concerns I had about how she might interpret this.

With hindsight I shouldn't have been surprised that she took the whole thing in stride. In the Angel and Knight Prime dreamscape Carol/ Carousel is an exotic dancer and is a member of the Bay Area fetish community. Heck she has her own mistress. Therefore she very intimate with how biology works for both genders and is not easily shocked or offended by such things.

It was at this moment that Petina exhibited a trait that both her and I share. The tendency to talk in our sleep. However unlike myself Petina does not remember her dreams with the same clarity that I do, so when later asked about the declaration her subconscious made she could not provide a very useful explanation for what caused her to blurt it out in her sleep.

To be continued.