What Could Have Been

        I unexpectedly find myself on the cold wooden floor of my home. I, dreaming, slowly get up off the ground. I stare directly at my bed, unsure how to process the scene before me. There is someone in my bed, someone I know. I would recognize her purple coat and dark blue mane with its raspberry-colored streak anywhere.  I'm staring directly at myself.

        I gaze at her with a perplexed expression for several seconds before I decide on what I will do. I perform a fairly complex spell. It was designed to identify traces of magic left over from casting an enchantment.  It had required an entire week for me to master. I don't detect anything unusual. All that I find is just ambient magic present naturally in Ponyville. I don't understand how that would be the case, unless magic far beyond my understanding was responsible for this. I figure that I would probably be able to get information out of the imposter herself,  and try to shake her awake; miserably failing at this task. I give up, and suddenly remember how tired I am. I take the blanket from her and curl up on the floor. I know it will be a long time before it becomes day, so I decide that sleep is within my best interests.