What if?

She took in a breath...and let it out with a sigh.

Every day was different.

Another breath

She'd wake up at a different time, the air had a warm, crisp and fresh feel to it when it entered her lungs. Everything around her would be new and unpredictable, without the constant feeling of déjà vu. The fur on her back would be ruffled, matted in different patterns from her previous nights often restless slumber.

But.. Nothings been the same since three days ago.

Everything has...changed. Changed without changing.

The alarm clock beside her blared its routinely annoying Mariachi trumpet.

Another sigh

Oh how much she regretted setting that as her alarm on Sundays...

A groan escaped her lips as she struggled to arch her back to get out of bed...

But not without quickly sending a fizzy bolt of lightning down her horn..

..and destroying the alarm in a hazy loom technicolor of plasma.

***

Twilight licked her dry lips as she stared at the cup getting filled from the water form the sink.

The water neared the brim of the cup and she cut the supply of water on tap.

Drip

A familiar sound, so soothing. So...hot.

The math behind the resounding cluck of water slamming into a body of itself from the point of origin is so astounding.

Drip

The ripples, the mini-tides of current that were reflected by the sides of the glass were art.

So smooth, yet so... Irrevocably defined. No two drips were exactly the same.

Twilight snapped herself of her own stupor upon realization that she was being watched.

"Spike."

No answer.

"Spiiiike."

Once again, silence met her ears.

"Spike, I know you're watching me from the stairs..."

A soft grown met her ears.

"Yes."

The drake adopted a look of confusion on his face as the messy-maned unicorn turned to face her baby brother. He thought out his words carefully, as if it were Twilight who would soon decide his fate.

"Huh?"

"You can go over to Rarity's."

The dragon ran the words in his head a few times as if they didn't make any sense.

Twilight was no religious fanatic, he knew this, but the odds of this exact response wasn't exactly in his favor.

"But.. What about the Assembly of Celestia?"

Twilight be damned if she weren't going to get some alone time today.

"Don't worry about it."

Spike smiled his brightest smile for a brief second before he disappeared through a cloud of dust.

After all... He didn't want his mother to change her mind. This day, was going to be all about Rarity.

Twilight sat her haunches on the floor below before all out falling into the submission position.

Legs trembling without weight, eyes darting to and fro without a necessary object to focus on.

She was this  close to breaking down in front of Spike...she didn't like feeling so vulnerable.

"Calm down, Twilight...you don't haaaave to f-freak out."

Her breathing became more erratic, the convulsions became more noticeable, and her horn began to spark.

This all went unnoticed to Twilight.

Being the Math teacher she was, she knew that there were only two scientific probabilities that could only make such a thing happen. The day before it all she had spent the entirety of it drawing out the complex mathematical theorems on her chalk board, all while of course Spike was over visiting Rarity for the day.

When Twilight woke up this morning to find the lack of a chalkboard, the same song and date on her alarm, and the table in the kitchen back to where it always was, as if it had never moved, it had almost confirmed her suspicions...

Someone had taken a picture of her.

***

It all makes sense, right?

If a picture really captures the soul, it only makes sense that it would capture her in the moment right?

...right?

No, no... It can't be!

That only makes sense on specific properties of the universe -- if a picture actually captures the soul of a pony she'd be stuck in a single moment in time and... She doesn't remember a flash..

So, then...

Gulp

The only other possibility could be...no.. It can't be.

The glass she had in her telekinetic grasp had long since fallen, and smashed into the sink, shattering in a million little pieces.

Without moving a muscle to look in the direction of the cabinets, she slowly moved a bottle nearer to her body and took off the cap. Instantly downing a few swigs. The liquid warmly sliding down her throat and into her stomach. It settled nicely, and even calmed her nerves a little.

"I-if that's true, then, then..."

Another breath

"I'm..dead..."

Another sigh