Blazing Souls

I was asleep, or should I say, half-asleep. The alarm clock beside me was beeping loudly and irritating me, so I pushed the snooze button with my magic—seriously, why did I even set an alarm? I put the pillow on my head and closed my red eyes—something was off, it itched my horn and couldn't get to sleep. I struggled to ignore it and return to my wonderful slumber, even though I was incapable of returning to my sleep, but darn, my curiosity was killing me. I wondered why it was so quiet outside, so I had decided to check what time it was in my alarm clock. I pressed the light button.

2:00 P.M

Okay, it was middle of the afternoon, no problem, I should get back to my sleep. Wait, why I was checking the time again? Oh, yeah, too quiet, ponies shouldn't be so quiet in this time. I struggled to decide whether I should check out why it was quiet outside or ignore it and get back to sleep. But like I said earlier, curiosity was killing me.

Score one for team curiosity! Woohoo!

Shut up, brain.

I struggled to get on my hooves, then I lamented the fact that I was a policemare as the world spun around. Luckily, I managed to snap out of it, arrugh, I thought that being in a night shift was suitable for me but no, I was completely wrong, it gave me anemia. I wobbled every step I made towards the door, then stopped. Turning around, I went to my closet and picked my long-sleeved black shirt up, then I went to my bedside table and grabbed my black hoofwatch. Nothing could ever beat the feeling of being dressed up.

Fixing my unkempt, yellow mane with a few brush, I twisted the door knob, then I looked to my left and to my right—a habit I got from being a policemare. I closed my bedroom door and walked across the hallway, stepping on the hard wood floor. I looked at the light blue walls, complimenting it because it was the same color of my coat. I made my way downstairs and involuntarily grabbed my black baton that was resting on the sofa table—again, a bad habit that I picked up from being a policemare. I put it back down and stepped out the door.

My face scrunched up when I saw the sun rise before me. I thought it was afternoon? Being in the night shift, I always wake up in the afternoon, so waking up in the morning was a no. If I decided to work overtime for more bits, that would take twenty-four hours of me guarding the place and I would wake up in the night, and that was a bad idea. I work overtime every month, but night shift was good enough to pay me good bits. I scanned around the place and I heard my other neighbor snoring loudly, seriously, that old stallion was going to wake everybody up—only if we were not immune to the sounds he made. Yawning loudly, I checked my hoofwatch.

6:05 A.M.

I didn't remember changing the time of my alarm clock.

Cursing the one who changed the time in my alarm clock that was probably me, I remembered that my night shift ended two hours ago, pretty early, huh? Usually, my night shift would end if Princess Celestia raised the sun with her freaky telekinetic powers. I had always wondered ever since I was a kid where the sun would go when the moon would go up.

I thought that I should go back and sleep peacefully, but sadly, I couldn't, I was incapable of returning to sleep once I waked up in the middle of my slumber, no matter how sleepy I was. That beeping sound annoyed me, I should probably get rid of my alarm clock, but I wouldn't get things done. I started to jog around Ponyville, breathing in fresh air and surveying the houses around me to keep my annoyance low and of course, to keep my body fit. I could see someponies starting to start their day by opening the windows of their houses happily—that was so corny, especially when the ponies smiled and said good morning to whatever those ponies were talking to.

They were crazy and they were hallucinating, help them, Celestia.

I stopped when a pink pony waved a hoof at me and trotted towards me, that was the sign that she wanted to make a conversation with me. I groaned, I was not in the mood for chatting, especially when I was sleepy, but I decided to chat with her. Shouldn't be bad, right?

"Heya, Bolty! Going home from your night shift?" Pinkie Pie said cheerfully, wearing a smile that I found creepy. I winced when she called me 'Bolty', that would hurt my pride, but good thing Pinkie Pie was a good pony and not some bad pony that would insult me and call me names. I shook my head in response, making Pinkie Pie stare at me in confusion. I had always found that amusing when a party pony was up this early. Before she could ask something, I cut her off.

"Nope, my shift ended early today, I just woke up because of my amazing alarm clock," I said sarcastically, making Pinkie Pie giggle. I continued, looking at the morning sky. "So I decided that I should jog around the town to keep me—" I yawned heavily, "—awake, but it's barely helping me."

Pinkie Pie giggled again, putting her hooves around me and pointed at the Sugarcube Corner. "Silly, why not drink a coffee to help you wake up?" she stepped away and started to bounce towards the building. How could she even bounce like that? But as always, I dared not to question her about it. "Come on! I'll treat you coffee, for free!" she smiled gleefully as she entered the building.

I sighed and followed her inside. It was going to be one of those days.