It was a cold night in ponyville, the lights of seemingly everyponies house off and everypony asleep. Well everypony but out unfortunate artist insomniac. Seeing half of her lights on this late was an unusual sight. Usually she would turn most of them off out of common courtesy to her neighbors.
In the house we find a messy haired, tired looking Azura working on what seems to be a sketching of a rose. She sighs setting her hoof (that was in the air for some reason), her paintbrush and palette down. Glancing at the clock she finds out how long she has been working on flock of request with a very short due date. Looking back at her sketch, she gives another sigh and heavily sits on her hard wood flooring when suddenly her body gives off a loud yawn. The surprised look on her face turned into a sad smile then into a light chuckle, she wonders what god is laughing at her inability to sleep.
Deciding to take a small break and go on her nightly walks to the hill with the perfect view of the moon. She washes her paunbrishes, not wanting them to get ruined, and sets them on her small side table. Double checking that everything was in its place, she locks up and starts the somewhat slow and long trek to the hill, enjoying the scenary on the way. After 15 minutes of walking she arrive. Sitting down, looking up at the moon she starts Relaxing in the Moonlight.