It was a beautiful morning in Ponyville. The birds were singing, the trees were swaying, and a gentle breeze wafted through the air. Inside a thatched cottage on the second floor, a sleeping cyan unicorn slumbered, dreaming of unpleasant things and places where he'd rather not be. An alarm clock on a nearby bedstand ticked away, the minute hand sweeping ever closer towards 8 o'clock. He shifted a bit, wrapping himself up in his bedsheets, just a pin drop away from waking.
Star yawned, consciousness returning to him as he sleepily sat up in bed. It was early morning, a bit later then he was used to getting, but he didn't mind. The twittering birds next to the window of his home in Ponyville didn't change his mood in the slightest though, for the events of the past few days were still fresh in his mind.
"I-I still can't believe I messed up t-that badly," he muttered to himself as he rose from his bed.
(Star is 19 in this rp. Also, he's not the owner of the house; that would be Fair Weather, an old pegasus mare who helped out Star when he arrived in Ponyville)