Elevator

It was a rather cloudy day thought Octavia, looking out of her apartment window.Just yesterday the climate seemed sunny and warm, but now the sky is a dull gray and not a single spot of a light blue could be seen for miles; Endless really.
It spread a mood of, depression and sadness. As she walks through her lonely hallway, past her small but cozy living room to her lovely kitchen to prepare her morning meal of eggs heated at a warm temperature, white bread toast buttered of course and black coffee. Her coffee seemed to taste rather odd she remarked, well all of her food tasted odd but she seemed depressed herself, thinking deeply about her past sins of deception and lies. It made her feel emotionally sick even though she ignored it and kept a face of utter sobriety.
(Details were not appreciated at all, they were creeping up on her, all while thinking-remembering to be more specific.)

She obviously tries to ignore it like a child from his or her dark closet. "Ridiculous."

This weather has made her think to much. This all came together by remarking that her food tasted odd over exaggerating as usual. She already had a goal that would completely fix this like a broken wheel she thought."Completely restorable"

What she'd done she'd repay with the pride of what she accomplished by doing it. she'd not only achieve her own goal but she would relieve the ones who had, "helped" Her. She HAD do it "clean" with no sins no lies, completely wiped of negativity of the past. Forgiveness is what she expects by achievement. If she accomplished this she would be perfect no secrets, no lies. Her mentality was set straight as an arrow, it was time. she trots out to her kitchen into her room combing her slick grey hair and and putting on her pink bow tie.
Her next violin recording was on the top floor of the 50 floor skyscraper called "Hoof print industries".
Luckily the building wasnt far away so the trouble of getting a taxi was avoided ;But rises the next difficult task of walking through a living maze a scurrying ponies. As she steps out of her apartment she trots to the elevator. Snout up and eyes pealed sharp, she would take perfect symmetrical steps. She trots in the empty elevator and uses her magic to push the first floor button. The elevator went down as suspected but suddenly stops to Octavia's surprise; halfway through with a loud snap that almost made her go deaf following a erie screech.
"oh no."