Author's Note

A friend at work once told me he thought space was really cool. Naturally, being a bit of a philosopher, I assumed... too much of his love. The following conversation went a little something like this...

Star Gazing (macro, stupid)

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Grape Mist lay on the grass, arms folded behind her head. She stared contently at the many stars above. Countless twinkling lights sprinkled across a seemingly endless black sheet. It was beautiful.

Laying on Grape's belly was her little "normal sized" boyfriend, Extra Scribbles. He too gazed up at the stars with a look of deep thought. One of his hooves brushed the thick fur beside him as his eyes roamed the deep void above. He sighed. It was nice to just relax like this with his giant girlfriend.

"They sure are amazing, huh Extra?" the giant mare mumbled. Her words vibrated her chest and the tiny stallion a bit.

He snorted back a laugh. "Yeah. It makes you think too, you know?"

"Hm?" Grape hummed a questioning tone while perking a brow.

"Looking up at space makes everything I've ever known feel so small and meaningless. Even you are like just a speck against all of that," Extra declared as he gestured at the night sky vaguely. "No matter what problems I face in life, whatever threats or annoyances, I can always look up at them and feel like it's all just a blip in the vast universe. That the infinite passage of time and space will brush all of it away. It's really very humbling, you know?"

Grape thought for a moment. Then she shrugged. "Yeah, space is fucking big."

Silence returned to them as they both lay there in the cool night air. Though Extra Scribbles was now quietly grumbling to himself with a frustrated pout.