A Bubble Gum Machine and A Starry Night Sky

When my eyes turned an emerald green, like it did every night, I felt a spark in my heart. It made me grin. I did flips in the sky whooping softly, then I’d fall back onto the grassy hill, smiling and panting. I stared at the stars and searched them.

Then I saw it, the seemingly normal star, it almost looked like the other stars. But if you looked close enough, you could see it was actually a very light shade of pink. I smiled sadly as I stared at it twinkle and sparkle. That was my mother’s star. It was such a shame that her and father were separated, because his star was on the other side of Earth.

I sat up, and stared over the edge, where the moon rested. A light breeze ruffled my mane a bit. I felt so alive, my heart was pumping and I wanted to take on the world. I hovered in the air above the grass and took off into the sky, just flying up and up. Then I landed on the highest cloud I could find.

The wind nearly pushed me off the edge, but I clung to it for as long as I could. The air was really thin up here I thought. The moon was so close up, I felt I could just reach out and touch it.

So I did. I reached out my right hoof and then the wind shoved me violently off the cloud. I was so high up; you could barely see the ground. I let myself fall, the wind rushing my mane up, a grin couldn’t leave my face and my body was filled with adrenaline. My heart was pumping so fast, I couldn’t feel it. Then, when I was about 7 meters about the ground, I flew up, my mane falling back upon my face. I laughed up towards the moon.

-The Doctor’s POV-

I sat in the TARDIS, pacing around the console, regularly stopping to try and regain control. But each time, the trip only seemed to gain bumpiness. I rarely got worried, but I couldn’t help it this time.

I hated when the TARDIS got like this. She would take control and I hated not knowing. Not knowing where we’re going is probably worse than knowing where we are going. I banged against the TARDIS controls, but she wouldn’t listen. I slumped back into my chair; I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. I jumped back up and paced again.

The TARDIS started to bounce around and I held onto the rails so hard, you could see my knuckles go white. I smiled a bit at the stubbornness of the TARDIS.

-Ditzy’s POV-

So I sat there. String at the stars. The time racing past me, I could almost see it, the fabric of time twirl around me, sometimes through me. I felt it curl and stiffen. I felt it race and slow. I stared into the stars, and felt them twinkle around me, sending its beams into me. It’s beacons of hope.

Then I saw it. The blue ball of mass, shoot across the sky. Then back again. I closed my eyes, stopped relying on my senses. I closed them off, one by one, until I was left with the sense of hearing. I rarely ever did this. Because it hurt my head. All the sounds of the stars, it was deafening, all the sounds of time swaying and they trees keeping the tempo. It felt horrible, like it was ripping my brain apart. Piece by piece. But at the same time, it felt extraordinary! It felt bloody brilliant and I loved it.

I felt myself lift. Then fall, I fell asleep. Into a deep slumber, and when I woke up, the gentle gleam of the sun warmed my fur, and the tweeting of the birds surrounded me. I closed my eyes in contentment and thought of my dream. What an odd one it was; filled with blue boxes, regenerations, a time-travelling-900-year-old man, sonic screwdrivers and companions. And don’t forget the endless amount of ‘aliens’ and robots. It made me shiver just thinking of it. I pushed the unearthly thoughts away from my mind. (more about the dream later)

Oh, and don’t worry about Dinky, I every Friday night, Carrot Top comes and looks after her. I realized it was probably midday, so I started heading back home. Every couple of steps, I’d twirl and continue walking. A smile couldn’t leave my face, I was holding it there, and it was trapped.

I walked into my small house, to see Dinky asleep on the couch, leaning against the sleeping Carrot Top. I walked softly to Carrot Top and nudged her softly. She jerked awake, and when she came back to reality, she gently stood up, careful not to wake the pale filly.

We walked to the door, and I whispered to her “You don’t know how grateful I am towards you for doing this for me each and every week!” She smiled softly and replied, “It’s my absolute pleasure! Even though I don’t know what you do each night…” She trailed off and I was a bit confused. “What?” I asked softly. She giggled silently. “I hope you aren’t spending every Friday with a special stallion, are you?” She teased.

I blushed in two thirds embarrassment and one-third anger. “No! No, no! Of course not!” I said, accidently not whispering. Carrot Top started chuckling and I gently nudged her out the door.

We exchanged a warm hug, and a warm smile and we parted ways. I’ve known Carrot Top since I was just a filly. We met in PDP. Personal Development Program. We both chose to choose the cooking/baking aspect of PDP and we ended up partnered in every assignment. We’ve been friends ever since, through the stormiest of days and the cloudiest of nights.