HEAVY MANE

My mane was frizzy and the pillow was warm when I awoke from a nightmare. Strangely, though, I couldn’t remember the simplest detail about it. Damn insomnia is always messing with my sleep patterns. I tried without success to drift back to slumber, but I just couldn’t. I decided to take a shower. I started trotting over to the bathroom and begun to take off my underwear. What use I had for it seemed arbitrary as most ponies don’t wear clothes. I stepped in the shower and turned on the hot water. Not to brag, but I could easily say I’m a pretty mare. I’ve been told many times before, but most of the guys haven’t really been my type. My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden rumble from my stomach. Well, I guess it was time to wrap this up and get some food.

As I walked to the kitchen, the refrigerator was apparently slightly ajar, shown by the streak of light on the floor. I should’ve been worried, but I proceeded to search for a suitable midnight snack. An unsettling creaking sound pierced my ears. Before I could react, a glove covered my mouth and I was suddenly pulled back away from the kitchen. Another stood by intently making sure I didn’t try to escape. I wouldn’t let these assailants take me easily. A swift kick to the chest of the one holding me gave me enough time to run to the bathroom, but the other intruder chased after me. Before I was able to lock the door, the masked attacker barged through. I watched in horror as the aggressor pulled out a blade and started to inch towards me. I kept backing up until I stumbled over the shower curtain. The knife seemed to be swung in slow motion as it slowly approached my throat. The last thing I saw was the drain, as the blood mixed in with the running water.

My mane was even frizzier this time I awoke, and the pillow was steaming. My insomnia was apparently getting worse.