Why Humans Shouldn't be Allowed in Equestria

I woke up to find myself at home, dragging my head off of a book. I slipped in a bookmark and closed it. There was a notable crease in the spine, presumably on where I'd fallen asleep during the storm. Hope the line of drool dried properly. I hate it when a page gets a stain and stays warped, even if you can read it fine afterwards.

A Connecticut Yankee in King Aurthur's Court and The Colour Out of Space by Lewis Carroll. Good stuff, but it was time to get to bed.

I glanced out the window. The rain had gone down to that minor mist that can barely be called rain, or even precipitation. Huge puddles littered they slightest depressions in the ground. The pseudo-ditch between the back yard and the lot was not only full, but flowing. I could only imagine what the real ditches looked like, let alone the ponds on the edge of town. I should go fishing tomorrow. Wait, I need to get a new fishing license for this year. I tell myself I will, but deep down I know I'll get lazy and end up in front of the computer again.

Not like it mattered much anyway, I had work tomorrow. At least I wouldn't have to tromp through all this rain at work, though the puddles will require some finagling. I looked at the clock. Just after 11:30 pm. Well, I should've gotten to bed hours ago, but I was sleeping, so it kind of evens out. Just hope I'm not too tired in the morning. Blindly groping along the walls of the small hallway connecting every room in the tiny house, I reach the blank space that I knew to be the open door of my bedroom. Dumping the book on the first flat surface I can feel, I strip off the coat, boots, and nearly everything else. Left to my skivvies, I drop off to bed, to hear that familiar 'meow'. The cat always did know when I was going to bed. I held out an hand and forearm from underneath the blanket, knowing ol' Bart would practically headbutt it for attention. He didn't dissapoint. I love that cat. I petted him, the purr almost echoing through the room. After a short while sleep took over again.

Had to get up early for work tomorrow, after all. Who was I working with tomorrow? Oh yeah, it was... was...

Snores filled the air.