Ginger

Ginger, by Eight D Segahal (H_D)

I got one question for you readers, answer honestly please. Have you smiled today yet? If not, open it up! You'll feel great!

ANNIE WAYS, have a good reading!

In a void full of nothingness, my body spins intensely non-stop and all I can is not see. I could open my eyes, but I know it'll be in vain since I don't really care about what can I find and besides, I'm too lasy to do it. I can feel the lil' bags of tiredness below my eyes which indicates I have been striving myself, but I can't remember what I was doing. I can't remember how did I get here. I can't remember who am I.

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With a loud and relieving gasp, I sit up breathing heavily and sweating in unmeasurable intensity. The bed I am in is wet in a way that it looks like someone just poured some water bucket in it. I dash my eyes from one side to another, trying to recognize where am I and what is this place, and in the same time trying to figure out what kind of dream was that. I take my hand from the bed and place it as gentle as I could on my face, crying low the brutal pain coming from my head. As I close my eyes, I try to calm myself down by retaking the normal breathe rhythm and calm the beats of my heart and take off the sheets above my body to prevent me from being cold. "Uh, god." I mutter still breathing heavily. As the sweat began to fade from my body, I reopen my eyes, to look more clearly the furnitune around me. The establishment can be called at last a cottage, as humble as a single and quiet bee, it appears to be built by wood, and painted by a pale yellow, giving the impression of a light brown; the bed I am above have green hospital looking sheets, with a silky texture getting almost as comfortable as the pillows that had the feeling of clouds or cotton, but I could distinguish it to a feathered pillow because of a yellow feather on the side of my head, that now I am holding with my right hand. "Who the hell would use yellow feather to fill a pillow?"

"Oh my..." A surprised voice came from the opening door, and my eyes couldn't help to drift from a void to it. Millions of questions kept dancing in my head and the two that were hammering as hard as a rock were the following ones;

Who is that female pony in the door?

Who the fuck am I?

"D-D-Did I interrupt something? I'm sorry..." the shy pegasus looks to the ground like if she's regreted about something and now I realise that she's holding a tray with both yellow wings. I remember that the yellow feather that's on my hand can belong to the pony in front of me, not to the pillow; which explains why the feather is not the main colored. The mare continues to stay still in the same spot, with a curious chy look.

"No no no, there's no need to be sorry. You interrupted nothing at all," I give my best smile to the yellow pegasus trying to lighten the mood, but it is hard with a hangover headache and a amnesia working along on my head. Many possibilities can be considered right now, but to lower them, I'll try to take an answer with a simple question. "Ma'am, I'm with some problems of headache, so please try not to talk so loud... come a little closer please," I ask her and she comes to me in a slowpoke pace. Placing the tray above the drawer next to the door she sits on a little bench next to the bed. Still saying no words.

"Given to your actions I deduce that you don't know me, but I'm not so sure ,so I need your confirmation." I rest my head back to the pillow and look deep into her ocean eyes, but her gaze still is not focused on me. "Look at me in the eyes and answer. Do you know me?"

She stare into my eyes and see the seriousness of my face, but somehow it didn't scare her shy personality.Determined she responds. "No."

I open a smile. "I see," placing my left forearm in front of my eyes, I reduce drastically the numbers of possibilities to answer questions pondering my head, but there are still a lot of them. "Next question, please answer the same way you did this one." I remove my forearm of my eyes and stare into her eyes again. It kinda scared me the way she is serious, but I have to ask. "Is there any other living being similar to me?"

She seemed surprised this is the question I asked out of all the others I could have. But still, she cooperates. "W-Well, not that I can recall."

"Are you an animal expert?" Now she is genuinely surprised and kind of creeped.

"H-How do you know?"

"The smell of another animals are surrounding this cottage and the little bunny hiding in your mane indicates he's been with you for quite sometime, and from just the bunny I deduced you like... no, you love taking care of animals," I respond to her question, and she seems scared now. "Don't worry, I mean you no harm. Besides, I have to say; to give a animal like me a place to sleep even not knowing if I am or not harmful. You're kind, and you have my admiration for that, miss...?"

Her cheeks are shining red right now and and the focus she had on my face vanished to the walls of this little room. She then realised I asked another question, but more lightly than the others. "O-Oh, Fluttershy. My name is Fluttershy, and..." her eyes stroll from one side to another seeking for anything to distract the young peguasus. "T-Thank you for the complement."

"Nothing you don't deserve. Right now, it's the last I can do." I smile.