Lonely Dreams (Open, Adoption Thread!)

"Go- Tidy up, you don't want a prospective parent to think your a slob do you?" A mare said softly, smiling as she floated away, leaving several foals to themselves in what appeared to be a co-ed bedroom, shared by all of them. The room was not necessarily a mess, but, in any matter, they all quickly began flying around, making beds, lining up toys, sweeping with their tails. That evening, was the first during the holiday season, before Hearth's Warming Eve, and after Nightmare Night. It was during this season that every year, the orphanage set records in the number of fillies and colts adopted, haven gotten the one thing they wished for the most, a family.
This particular holiday season, one dark-coated filly with bright yellow eyes that often hid behind the safety of sleep, her name, was Pillow Dew, wished to be adopted more than almost any other filly there.
"Holly! She's doing it again!" Shouted one of the colts, to the oldest Filly at the orphanage, four years older than pillow, at the age of 12. Holly, an evergreen coated filly with a cutiemark of a wreath quickly trotted over and yanked the mattress from beneath Pillow, leaving her dazed slightly and sprawled on the floor, her bed-head even worse than normal.

Months passed, and little Pillow still was at the Orphanage.
Everyone else had been adopted that Hearth's Warming Eve. The Holiday season was over, and so was the rush of adoption.
That day had been Hearts and Hooves day. The second most popular day for adoption in Cloudsdale.
It wasn't that Pillow Dew was ugly. No, she looked as though someone had pressed a cookie cutter to the night sky and given her two moons for eyes. It wasn't that she was sick.
She, was just the odd one out.
Her Cutiemark, was a pillow and a moon.
Her talent, was sleeping.
And sleep was what she did.
Not of course, at normal times, oh no.
But every time she slept, she dreamt of the day she would have a home.