Another moment from my Royal Equestria Security Force, RESF, dreamscape. For the last year or so both Coco Pommel and Rarity have been going nonstop. Moving constantly from one mission/assignment to the next

But after their most recent mission the Crown was finally to grant the 2 mares something they’d earned. Vacation time. So after their final debriefings and the last report was signed off the mares boarded a flight to Cabo San Luna for 2 weeks of R&R.
Rarity was stirred from her slumber by the gently sounds waves racing up the beach, palm fronds hissing softly in the morning wind, and distant calls of seabirds. There was one more sound. The slow, soft, steady sound of hooves moving out on the wooden deck of the beach side bungalow they’d rented. As she gained more and more lucidity the unicorn could sense even with her eyes closed the soft, but growing, light of Celestia’s rising orb.
Slowly extending an arm and finding the princess-sized bed empty also confirmed for Rarity the source of hoof steps. Peering out from a gap in the pillows and sheets Rarity watched as Coco gracefully went through her early morning routine.
It was called Watu Batal. It originated in the kingdom of Saddle Arabia. The discipline that sought unify the mind and the body of the practitioner so they were one and the same. It also help one control one’s emotions and focus the mind. The movements were meant to supposedly mimic the slow shifting movements of the great sand dunes.
Watu Batal almost looked effortless, but the slow flowing, almost casual looking movements required great concentration, practice, and years of commitment. Every move even down to tiniest of finger twitch had to be execute precisely in the correct sequence.
Rarity always found Coco’s almost dance-like practice to be mesmerizing and beautiful to watch. Finally the earth pony’s routine came to an end. She finished like she always. Standing upright she faced east and brought her palms together. Closing her eyes the mare bowed her head for a moment. Then she turned and step through the sliding glass door into the bedroom.
Coco sauntered up to Rarity who was still lying mostly buried under the blankets. She looked down at her and smiled. With an overly happy, chipper voice she addressed her superior officer.
“Good morning! Did you sleep well last night?”
Rarity peered out from her blanket cave and replied with a much less chipper voice. “Groan! Yes. Yawn! Yes darling I did, and I was hoping to get some more, but I fear you’re going to do something positively dreadful. Like convincing me to get up and join you for an early morning breakfast. You know dear you’re an almost perfect being except for this hideous early bird habit of yours.
Coco giggled. “Why Rarity! I didn’t know unicorns were also mind readers! Yes I was hoping you were up for an early morning breakfast, but first I want to take a shower. So you can stay in bed for bit longer if you want.”
Then she leaned forward and kissed the unicorn on the muzzle. Rising to her hooves she strolled off for the bathroom. Rarity smiled and watched her go