Splitting aMid the Night

What now?

You show a lot of resistance for being unconscious.

Midnight perceived nothing. She was not simply stranded in darkness, there was no world around her to be seen.

I am, then? Where is the world of my own? They say each sleeper is a god unknowing.

You will need to earn that privilege, once you stop wasting it. Do you wish to go back to dreams of the mother?

Why would I be worth that effort?

You are worth far too much to me. All will see your potential. But now awaken and forget.

Nnngh.

And to think they call it resting time.

Our kind never rests.

Where would he have gone?

Where indeed? And how would I know he is gone when I am not certain to be conscious?

You have more senses than sight.

Of course, they had not spent the night in the same room. As though any less had been a terrible insult, they had received a suite numbering four rooms in total. She could not hear the ocean, but she would certainly be able to see it, if she walked to the window. As things stood, she was content to see only the ceiling, with a bit of her mane mixed in.

Steps approach.

"I know you are there," said Midnight just as the steps passed the door. They stopped, and the door came open.

There he was, caught but unbudging. "You also know that there is no breakfast in bed." He waved a bag of meaningless groceries. "Come."

Can I not persuade him? I imagine he has a greater interest in my health than I do.

I suppose he does. But there is no point in asking.

Why not? It would save me some time out of bed.

Because he does not discuss.

He does not discuss? I see what you mean. Making him aware of me was a mistake.

It was and will be.

Midnight forced her mane back into something presentable as well as she could with only magic, brush, comb, hard brush, and soft brush available to her, then untangled herself from the sheets. The ground was cold, pure wood without anything for comfort. She would make far too much noise on it, but she did not feel confident enough to use any teleportation.

She trudged out into the main room, which was just as featureless. A few decorations were hung across the walls, but none of them combined into any bigger image to make the room anything but barren with some spots of effort. "It took you long enough to get up," he said from the kitchen niche.

"Reality holds nothing for me. At least dreams offer a chance of escape." There was a generous breakfast on offer, ranging between and beyond pastries, juice, and jam. She made sure to take her part.

If only you knew what is out there.

Dimensions made of candy?

Amongst other, far more horrible things.

So... candy dimensions.

No. You do not even know planeshifting yet.

"Either way. I will be scouting around today, for various things." His magic put away the trash.

"And I will not," she replied. "I refuse to take part in whatever the office is planning now." She looked outside. Through one of the windows, at a flat angle, in between a lot of buildings, she caught a glimpse of the sea. It was not that far after all. "I can imagine better. When do you expect me back?"

"At least have dinner with me." He left for his own room, presumably to prepare some tools or others.

"That can be arranged." A moment later, Midnight was gone.

There she was, on some rooftop's corner yet still safe away from the edge. It had felt odd being on the ground without anywhere to look down. The buildings were higher than she knew. There had to be at least four stories to each of them. Any fall would certainly be lethal. She had no intention of falling. The sea was but a thought away now, glittering brighter than she had ever seen in Canterlot. Various landmarks were much more visible from above, too. She was out of vision of the ponies who passed by below. They were none the wiser nor different. Commoners, saints, thieves and murderers all walked as one. Perhaps her father was amongst them. She hoped he was not.

Remember this moment. Now back to where I can be sure you will not fall off, would you kindly? There is nothing to see here either way.

Indeed. That statue is complete nonsense, the winged tricorn lion died out centuries ago.

Much less would anyone have ridden it. That is besides the point. See the sun dropping.

Already? I wished he had left me more time.

Midnight returned into the streets below. She could use the exercise, and maybe her legs felt horrible after she had not used them for hours.