We go to bed every night, knowing full well that we are going to wake up the following morning; in our own bed, looking exactly as we had the previous night.  What if you noticed, neither was true?  Or that you are neither who you where or where you where?

    The bed may have felt comfortable and familiar enough, but that is where the familiarities ended.

    Apparently, she is now a Pony as a stranger, in a strange land.  She may feel as if she was the same, but how much had actually changed?

    Exactly where is she?  Who are the new neighbours?  Why exactly, is everything so bright and colourful?