A Bubble Gum Machine and A Starry Night Sky

Alice: How long is forever?

White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.

• Lewis Carrol

After I wrote those two sentences I walked towards the window and just sat there mumbling to the moon, not noticing that it was slurring its speech, and its beams were fading. The sun popped out of the horizon and I shook my head.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen and looked at the clock 5:39 is read. I started getting Dinky’s lunch ready and baked a couple of blueberry muffins with it.

About an hour later, Dinky skipped down the stairs and I couldn’t help but smile. “Hey Mum!” She said excitedly. I giggled a bit and replied “Morning darling? Ready for your first day of school?” I said fixing up Dinky’s breakfast cereal she eats each morning.

Stars and moons. That’s was it’s called. She was sitting at the table and I looked up at her from behind the counter and I saw her fiddle with her mane. I plopped her cereal in front of her and ate my own cereal (the same one). “I can’t wait! I hope I make friends!” She said, her voice spilling over with excitement and joy.

I smiled as I chewed on my cereal “You’ll be so popular Dinky! A special filly like you; all or the colt’s will be falling hard for you!” A said and with that her cheeks turned crimson.

“Thanks mum!” She said smiling. I smiled back and turned on the radio. On the radio, ‘our’ song was playing. The song I played all the time when I would play with Dinky when she was a child.

Her whole face lit up and I laughed as she jumped out of her chair and pushed me into the living room and turned on the radio there, and we danced, singing along like there was no tomorrow.

(A/N this is Ditzy and this is Dinky and this is both of them and this is background)

Close your tired eyes, relax and then

Count from 1 to 10 and open them

I leaned down to the ground, beckoning Dinky to climb onto my back, she climbed up and we trotted around the living room, bumping into the corners of everything.

All these heavy thoughts will try to weigh you down

But not this time

Dinky jumped off and we just danced around, holding hooves every once in a while.

Way up in the air, you're finally free

And you can stay up there right next to me

All this gravity will try to pull you down

But not this time

Then the chorus came along, and it was all a blur of dancing, laughing and singing. We would spate and twirl and twirl and then meet back together second later.

Then the song ended and we had to get to school. So we trotted our way there, chatting about the trees, about how autumn was nearing and how everything worked. We reached school and I kissed Dinky on her forehead and gave her a tight hug. “I love you Dinky.” I said with my eyes closed, still in the hug, savoring the moment.

She pulled away with a big smiled stretched on her face. “I love you too mummy!” She said galloping off, turning around one last time and gave me a wave.

I turned around and flew home, minutes to spare. I was going to be late if I didn’t leave in 4 minutes. I galloped upstairs and put on my blue mail mare cap, and tightened my mail mare bag and sped off to work.

I nearly crashed 4 times, but I got there in one piece.

I loved work; I loved the way the air rushed through my mane. The way the wind screamed at me, telling me to fight… I loved it all.

But when I landed, or ‘crashed’ every pony would turn. I’d usually end up near to tears when I flew off, then I’d let the tears fall.

When I had to fly long distances, I’d listen to my IPON and I’d usually listen to Plant Life.

I’d to twirls, flips and everything in between. I made sure no pony saw me, ‘cause I probably look like an idiot.

I landed home, exactly 38 minutes until Dinky would arrive home. I cleaned up the house humming all of my favorite songs, dancing to the beat of my heart and the rhythm of the songs, repeating them in my mind.

I started on dinner, and by the time Dinky had arrived home, it was ready. That night, nothing really happened. I put Dinky to bed early, and I think I did that because I thought Luna would bring the moon up earlier, but of course that wasn’t case.

I just lay on my bed, staring at the posters on my ceiling, reading books until I felt it.

Suddenly, I felt the string connecting me to ‘Dream Point’ tighten, and I exited the house quietly, and flew towards it.

When I arrived I leant against the willow tree up there. I stared through it’s leaves and up at the bright moon.

Then my eyes turned green. It’s what happens. I don’t turn ‘into’ anything, I just become Clover. Clover was the mare I always wanted to be. When I First saw the moon in it's real light, I made a deal with the universe.