Eddie In Equestria

Sarah had calmed down rather fast and decided that we had to go back to her house. I guess I could see why, it was getting late. After a short car ride, a few slips of the sidewalk, and climbing of a few flights of stairs, we arrived at Sarah’s apartment. She fumbled through her purse trying to find something, and she pulled a key out triumphantly. She unlocked the door and swung it open. The apartment wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small. In the corner of the room stood a Christmas tree with all kinds of decorations flung about it. There was a small designer lounge which seemed to be the basis of design for the apartments design. She walked in and as she begun to shed her heavy coat and snow boots, she said to me, “Well, you coming in?” I snapped back to reality and entered the small area by the door and pointed confusingly toward my shoes and she said with a smile, “Take your shoes and socks off, and leave your coat by the door.” I did as she asked and began to shed everything up until the coat. Something seemed to make me connect to the coat on a higher level than I though and I stated before entering the kitchen, “I’m going to leave my coat on.” Sarah rolled her eyes and said, “I have dinner in the oven and it should be ready in about half an hour. There is a bathroom on the right down the hall. Why don’t you go and clean yourself up before dinner.”

Sarah seemed a nice girl. A bit too nice. I have never encountered anyone as nice as her since Jerusalem back in 12 A.D. and boy that guy was full of himself. Going around claiming he was the son of god. Yeesh. I was walking down the hall slowly and when I opened the bathroom door, I could defiantly tell that a modern age woman lived here. There were all kinds of bottles that took up the counter, and then there was a huge collection in the shower. The bathroom was small, but was enough to move about in. I guess that now is as good of time as any, so I began to shed my clothes and revealed to myself in the mirror, all the scars scattered about my torso and arms, each with a tale of their own which related to my journeys about the globe. After showering, I tied a towel around my waist and looked went to get my clothes, only to find a set placed on the toilet where mine had previously been set down by me. I poked my head around the door and yelled down the hall, “Hey Sarah- Jane is there a razor I can use or somethin’?” Sarah came running down the hall and said, “Yeah, there should be a razor in the top draw, but I don’t have any shaving cream.”

A smile ran across my face and I replied, “Its fine, I didn’t have and shaving cream in the Civil War, so why should I be bothered about not having any now?” Sarah smiled and said, “Oh, yeah! He he, I forgot. Dinner should be ready in about 10 minutes.” As she began to walk up that hall I yelled out to her, “Hey Sarah, Thank you for all this.” She blushed and turned away and entered the kitchen.

I returned to the bathroom and found a razor, and slowly began to hack away at the beard I had developed. After about five minutes, I was clean shaved and my face began to even look a shade of brown I hadn’t seen in years. I gave a smirk about my clean face. The next challenge. The bird’s nest which resided atop of my head. This was the toughest battle I had fought in years. I never thought that my hair could become so tangled. Sarah called out for dinner just as I finished cleaning up and as I walked down the hall, I felt like I was a new man. Upon entering the kitchen, Sarah turned to me and jumped a little and let out a small “Oh My.” It was cute.

“Am I clean enough?”

“Oh my, you look so different. I say, those clothes seem to fit you astoundingly!”

I was wearing a white T-shirt and dark blue jeans.

“Yeah about the clothes, where are my old ones?”

“Oh, they are in the wash, they should be clean and ready for you to wear in after dinner.”

We ate dinner together and began to chat away as we got to know one another. Eventually, the Christmas holidays had come to an end. Sarah and I began to develop some kind of a relationship and slowly, she and I began to develop feelings for one another and for the first time since Pompeii, I truly felt like I could love someone again.