BittersweetDawn put down a book and listened. Some sound from downstairs caught her attention seconds before. The old wooden house sounded strangely on his own sometimes and normally she wasn’t bothered by that, but this time some tingling feeling of unease made her freeze and listen carefully. Nothing, just the even noise of rain outside. The thunderstorm almost passed Ponyville and the rare sounds of it were muffled by the distance. Yet the light blinked a few times already and Dawn saw through the window that the next house to hers had the same problem. Perhaps the storm wasn’t completely over or the new wave was coming.
With a heartily smile Dawn looked on Marble Mark sleeping next to her. He got exhausted every day – the job on building site wasn’t in the easy list. He usually came home late those days and had enough force left to hug and kiss her shortly, wash himself and throw in some food. Then he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep to get up fresh and ready for w