Life and Death

       There is a single door, similar to the other one, on the other side of the white room I'm in.

I take a step. It echoes throughout the empty room.

Step. Step. Step. Step. Almost there. Step. Step.

Step.

My hand fumbles the doorknob. Then I'm greeted by sunlight spilling in.

My feet walk into a grassy texture. I scan my surroundings.

It's a spectacular view; there's a little village down below the hill I'm on, with mountains in the distance. Birds flutter overhead. But everything looks...strangely cartoonish.

The warm feeling in the back of my neck returns. Ugh.

I close the door behind me (which, on the other side, is nothing but a knob floating in the sky) and amble down the hill.

What in the...

These strange hippo thingies are staring at me. Oh, wait. I don't think they're hippos. Excuse my language.

A mint...animal skips over to me. She has pink hair.

"Hey! I'm Minty."

"What are you...?"

"I'm a pony!" She looks at me like, duh, I should know this. "This is Ponyville."

These don't look like any ponies I've seen in my day, I smirk.

"And, might I add, what in the love of socks are you?"

Socks?

What?

"I'm a human."

"Well, then, human, glad to meet'cha."

I notice other ponies still staring at me.

"I have a name, you know."

Minty hesitates. "Well, don't keep me in suspense! Tell me what it is!"

"Ok, ok, jeez! It's Feather."

"Cool name!"

"So, uh, what did you say your name was?"

She grins. "What, you have amnesia or something? I'm Minty! I love socks and the color green."

A wave of nostalgia passes over me.

These are the My Little Ponies I grew up with.

This is Generation Three.

Excuse me while I fangirl squeal.