Morning Star 🌟

Ponys emerged from their safe homes. With the now bright sun shining down upon everyone.

I walked down the street exhausted. Lucky enough for me, my house was only just a measly three-minute walk.

The residents saw me, with delight, ponys waved joyfully as I passed while giving other ponys the stink eye. Because my establishment brought moments for families to enjoy themselves, in this disparaging time in Equestria.

When I reached my house, I pulled out my keys and unlocked my door, stepping inside. Closing the door and locking it behind myself using my magic to do the work for me.

Head drooping below my shoulders I waddled my way through my house, heading straight for my room.

Once I made inside, I closed the door behind me. Going through another door that was attached to my bedroom. Closing the door behind me. I locked this door as well. Flicking on a light switch, along with the exhaust fan switch.

I did so to, remove the moisture out from my bathroom, and help control and remove odors.

This was my private bathroom. I looked myself over in the mirror. My elegant mane was a total mess! My eyes had bags under them. I looked like I had ran a marathon and tripped going full speed falling flat on my face.

Tired, I began to strip out of my clothes tossing them over into a laundry hamper. First, my belt, pants, shirt and then I reached up for my hat. Only to find out that I didn't have it...

"Son-of-bitch," I muttered in annoyance.

My shower that had three glass panes, which one was a door. This place was loaded! Anypony right through the glass. That wasn't tinted. So... no privacy... if somepony were to look, they would see my sexy body... if there were anypony to watch me bathe... gosh my life sucks...

First doing my business on the toilet then, waddling clumsily over to my shower. Hopping in and closing the glass door behind me. And let me tell you... my shower was... spacious! It was like a mini room in on itself!

Anyways the only instrument in the shower was a handle? Yeah, I don't know what it was called even though I was considered a "mechanic". Whatever it was, I knew it was the thing that controlled the temperature of the water. Currently, the handle was facing right.

To turn the water on, I turned the handle until it pointed up. Setting the water to "warm".

Being forgetful, I yelped eyes getting thrown wide open, as soon as the water made contact with my back. I shivered feeling like a complete idiot. Why didn't I remember such a thing?!

I was too afraid to walk out of the wet and wait for the warm water. Because 1. I could slip & 2. Cold air touching my wet body would just make it colder!

I face hoofed. Stupid-stupid-stupid!

Now, don't get me wrong. I love water. Cold water is only good when you drink it, but I also like drinking it when it's warm. It's just so refreshing. Especially when your mouth feels numb & dry from when eating a lot of sugary treats. Water helps cleanse the mouth from the sugar. I just don't know how else to explain it. The texture... of the cool clear fluid... it just felt so pure. When it flows through the body. It's what our bodies are made of. Water. So does that make me a water creature? Ponys are made of stardust. So does that make me a star? Is a planet just a star that is growing up to be bright? Or is a planet a small dying star that didn't get to reach its full potential?

Why am I rambling? And why did stardust come to mind? Why would I ask myself these things? Isn't it pointless to ask? I know that these questions will never be answered. So why bother asking questions that will never be answered? Just... just curious... always wondering. Always vigilant. Who knows. Maybe finding out something small or big could change the lives of others. For better... or worse...

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"Th-th-this is-is r-r-really-y c-c-c-col-l-ld-d." My adorable young small ex-wife said while she was shivering.

"S-sorry a-about-t that! I d-d-idn't know th-th-th-e wat-t-er heat-t-ter would b-break dow-wn today!" My younger self squeaked out embarrassed with a tad bit shame.

Both of our coats, manes, and tails were damp with water. My ex-wife kept on shivering profusely, except for me keeping it together.

Both of our faces were caked in blood... especially my ex-wife's blue mane covered in my blood. It looked like our horns were bleeding... that was the part where the blood looked like it had originated from. But I knew where the blood had come from.

I was ashamed because I had forced myself upon my ex-wife's ten-year-old innocence. Making the black unicorn filly into a mare.

"Oh-h? It's okay!" The young wife of my childhood/foalhood beamed at me with a forced smile. "Let's just get washed before your parents come home." Small her explained, starting to wash my blood soaked face.

After I had hurt sister, and she left me, AKA "divorcing me". She had told her mom what she and I had done in my bedroom. Her mom hated my guts. She had chewed me out every time she had seen me out in public. While at the same time resisting the urge to ground me into mush.

Though... I guess... I wouldn't have had it any other way.

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Warm water cascaded down overhead. Drenching my dirty body with natures natural solution of fluid, that cleanses the grime that had settled over me. I used "Rose" scented shampoo. To remember my love. As crazy as it sounds... it makes sense when you realize that's how she had smelled and that was her name. And she was as beautiful as a Rose.... her name. Midnight Rose. I held all our memory dearly to me.

I had kept a book of all our drawings together and photos of us as young foals. Not to mention... our loving daughter that we had together... she left me to take care of our daughter as a single mother. I think I did fairly well raising my young adorable Midnight Shield.

Midnight had a black coat and blue mane like Rose but had my dark blue eyes and personality.

After I was done showering I dried myself off with a towel while using two mane dryers.

After all, that was said and done I exiting my bathroom flicking off the switches. Making my way to my daughter's room.

Stopping at her door, slowly I reached forward pressing my muzzle down over the handle, using my horn I pushed the door open. Walking into my little filly's room. I walked over to her clean bed covers that had yellow stars dotted around the light blue fabric. Seeing my little filly sleeping soundly with the curtain blocking the light from seeping through.

Slowly I lifted a bit of her blue blanket slipping under the covers with my little angel. I pulled the sleeping filly into an embrace. Stroking her blue mane. Planting a small kiss on her mane.

My eyes began to grow heavy like lead. I pressed her against me. Protecting my young filly.

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"Grr, grr, roar-roar!" I moved my golden teddy bear aggresively towards the bad timber wolf who's name was "Timber Twig."

Timber Twig was a super bad Timber Wolf that liked to steal food from parties, and he didn't even ask first! That was so evil!

I moved Timber Twig away. Imitating a whimpering tone tucking his tail between his legs. He was scared because Golden Teddy growled at him fiercely.

Smiling I dropped the stuffed Timber Twig playing with my Golden Teddy again.

"I love you, Goldie Teddy," I hugged him tightly close to my heart. "Thank you for saving my party."

I was playing in my dad's office. He had told me to stay put until he came back. Me being a child, I didn't seem to care because all I knew at the time was that I got to play with my two favorite toys in the whole wide world.

The room was dark and quiet. The echo in the room appeared to have been canceled out completely.

A few minutes after I was left alone. The ceiling bulb burnt out showering me in darkness. I was too scared to so much as breathe.

The darkness frightened me. So what did I do? I simply closed my eyes to "hide myself from the darkness". Imaging myself outside in the sun playing with Golden Teddy and Timber Twig.

No matter how evil Timber Twig was, I had still loved him just the same as I had loved Golden Teddy. But as a small young child, I didn't know how to say "Golden" so instead I simply called him "Goldie". Because it was easier.

Suddenly in the middle of my playing the phone on my dad's desk rang. Startling me out of my play time. I screamed getting thrown out of my fantasy world.