Puzzle Pieces

My eyes parted company by a fraction of an inch and there was nothing but bright blinking light bursting in through the small gap. Sightless by the glare, I shut my eyes completely. I blinked several times in a row; once, twice, three times – allowing my eyes to adjust to the avalanche of white consuming brightness until finally the pictures started to form in front of me. Slowly but surely, shades of blurred greens started to join the whiteness, then spots of pink here and there had joined in it’s company, until soon there was a whole array of colours blurred in front of my eyes.
Blinking just a few more times my eyes began to focus on the images ahead of me. Once, the blur remained the same. Twice, it was less fuzzy. Three times; almost there … and finally, fourth brought the blur into a vivid crisp image ahead of me and I was bale to noticed that I was outside, lying upon the freshly cut grass. In an instant my nose is filled with the glorious sent of grass clippings and fresh rain which had now left to leave a clean and clear sky above.
As I lay upon the soft grass I can feel the heat of the glowing sun spreading it’s warmth through my entire body all the way from my flank, to the tips of my hooves and the top of my ears, along my mane and even my tail. For a moment I lay there, rolling onto my back and basking in its warm glory. Staring up to the blue cloud free sky, I lay there rolling my shoulder snuggly into the grass as I watched as the passing of birds and petite little multi-coloured butterflies cast their tiny shadows onto the grass below.
I must have passed out, fainted even or possibly even fallen into a deep asleep in the shaded area. Why else would I have been lying out here on the grass without recollection of what had happened? Better even, why is it that nopony had come to my aid to check if I was alright?
Dragging my body off the floor, feeling very featherweight and lightheaded I begin a slow-paced walk so that my jelly-legs are able to solidify, preventing me from having another – if that’s what happened in the first place – fall. My legs and hooves start to resemble the fact that they do contain bone despite my previous beliefs and now I’m able to break into a trot, breaking away the stiffness in my muscles.
Dodging my fellow ponies here and there, I weave my way silently through what appears to be a market place. A Cherry Stand to my left, an Asparagus Stall to my right, I take a mental note of everything I pass, and try my hardest to recognize a familiar face but every ponies face comes to be a blur within my memory and I am unable to notice any pony in familiar.
This recent news doesn't damper my spirit and I continue my trot, still searching for a pony I recognize, or maybe for some pony to call out to me instead, making it easier for me to make realization of events. Some pony; any pony. Just so I can find out what’s been going on or possible even why – if they know – I ended up lying on the grass without attention or care, or even how long I had been lying there for.
It could have just been a long nap; maybe some pony tripped over my head leaving me with a mild concussion or even slight memory loss … surely in that case I would be left with at least some form of memory be it in a recognizable building or a familiar face, I don’t necessarily have to remember names, I just want to be able to recognize some ponies face. Just one pony.
My pace begins to slow back to a slow-paced walk and I finally come to a complete stop just outside of a brightly coloured home that resembles something similar to that of a gingerbread house; a house with candy-striped red and white pillars and what appears to look like frosting around the rim of the roof.
From the gingerbread house and out of the cherry coloured oak front door bursts a pink mare with a curly raspberry mane, yelling at the top of her lungs, “Party!” whilst what looks to be a baby alligator is clutching onto tufts of raspberry tail hair.
Following her explosive exit through the now left open door comes with her the smell of various delicious baked goods from the scent of red velvet cupcakes to a caramel oat slice and even to the extent of a rather scrumptiously fresh smelling traditional chocolate cake. I absorb as much of the delectable aroma as I can into my senses, causing a mini earthquake-like rumbling within my belly before I snap back to the less than appealing reality.
“Um, excuse me?” I call out in shock and confusion to the mares actions, but I am only to be greeted with silence as the pink mare ignores me and continues to gallop away into the far distance, pulling along with her some sort of cannon.
As I watch the mare disappear out of my sight, I spin around to take in the view of the small town I now stand in as sudden realization strikes me in the fact that I actually have no idea at all as to where I am, or what this place is called. I don’t recognize any of its buildings or statues, none of its features or even any of the ponies that reside here – none of the ones who brush past me hold familiarity to my memories. I stand, looking around at every face that passes me and they all still remain to be a blur in my mind and thoughts.
I abruptly realize in shock …
I don’t know who I am.