All was quiet in this dreamland. A young foal could wander this place forever, unless properly motivated to life, to Waking. The young foal was content here, even though there were no others in this place.
Snap.
The foal's head came up, her ears pressed forward as she peered into the woods, having heard a noise she'd never heard before, like a cracking, a breaking, something fragile.
SNAP.
There it was again! Curiosity bade the foal rise, and walk towards the strange sound, and so she did.
SNAP!
She found an empty clearing, and stepped into it...
SNAP!
Startled by the noise, of how loud it was, the foal looked down at her own hooves, stepping back off of the noise-maker.
Such a small Twig... But so much noise. The foal startled to giggle, and knew her dreaming time was over, knew it was time to Wake. But she was curious as to what made the noise before she broke the twig...Oh well, she could feel sleep leaving her now.