Chapter#1

Another Sunrise, Another Sunset
??:?? xx

By Mornings Dew

==

The singing of nature was bliss to my ears as grass danced with the wind that passed by. The leaves of the trees rustled and shook along with the song of bird chirps carried afloat the air. A variety of flowers in color and shape accompanied the grass in harmonious coexistence. I watch all the animals I've ever come to know frolic across acres of the greenest grass, greeting each other as their own.

I breathed a breath of the freshest air, which my lungs gladly took.

I look up and my vision is greeted with white fluffy, and might I add comfortable looking clouds floating along the blue sky without a care in the world. I chuckle. Wish I could be like that.

I had to resist the urge of spreading my wings to sour with the wind as I pass by those perfect white clouds. Perhaps it's Pegasus instincts.

I should go back to town and gather my friends, I must show them this bliss!

I turn to look south, nothing was there. I turn north to look at The Canterlot Mountain. There was no mountain. . . Strange, last time I checked, Pegasi were good with directions instinctively.

Then it hit me. Where am I?

I blink as I take a good look at everything. How interesting, I muse. I'm nowhere near civilization. That got me thinking; When did I get here?

I noticed everything was peaceful. . . too peaceful.

Suddenly, I had that ’wait a minute’ moment. When have timberwolves stopped shredding sheep apart on sight. . . and instead, start nuzzling them? I ask myself incredulously.

After that moment it was followed by a ’Eureka’ moment, it only took me a while. Wait. . . am I dreaming?

The noise that blasted in my ear the next second could not have been any louder.

The all too common ”BEEP-BEEP-BEEP” cliche was what greeted me this brilliant early morning.

I tried to block out the most irritating noise in the world from my suddenly more sensitive ears. . . It admittedly wasn't working.

I grunted and mumbled, ”Alright, alright!” I slowly raised a hoof and gently clicked snooze. Despite its most annoying greetings every morning, it has saved me from a multitude of situations that could have ended very badly if I slept in, ”. . .and for that, I'm grateful to have you. Thank you.”

It didn't respond. Of course it didn't, because when do ponies start talking to inanimate objects?

It says it is five fifty-five in the morning. Huh, triple five. I sigh, ”At least you do your job.”

==

While the sun was still asleep I started on my morning rituals. I turned on my lights and began to tidy-up my bedroom.

I started straightening my bed. I genuinely like my bed's design, it was a limited edition and I just happen to pass by the store at the right time.

This occurred when I first moved to Ponyville. It was honestly a ridiculous first impression from the town, and that is one of the reasons I love it so much. I remember it like the feathers of my wings.

But it barely matters, seeing as I mostly sleep hanging upside down.

When I blinked out of my daze I was facing a large bookshelf with a beanbag lying beside it. I smile, this spot was definitely a favorite, other than my bed. I would spend hours draped over my comfy beanbag reading any book willing to take me through a whole different world. If I have a day off, of course.

I glanced at my books, almost filling up my entire bookshelf. The sight made me smile wider. I might need to get a new bookshelf! But I can't help myself. Sometimes there are books that are just too good to ignore, I concluded.

Perhaps being too open-minded might cause some inconvenience. . . ”Oh well.” I shrugged it off.

I glance at the titles of all my books and smirk. I take much pride in my books, as I've been collecting the best of the best for years, and will continue doing so for years to come. Although, I don't like mentioning how many years to ponies that ask exactly how long I've been collecting, since it reminds me of how old I am.

I smile sheepishly to myself. That's a secret that stays with me. ”Ladies never reveal their secrets,” quoted by Miss Rarity. A stylish and elegant young mare might I add. I quite like her, and perhaps I'll be meeting her later today.

Now that I think about it, I believe that I have an unusually large schedule today. Obviously, it’s all the hype from the next Summer Sun Celebration, the longest day of the year. It is being hosted here in Ponyville, so everypony has been frantically running around town lately.

I chuckle and shake my head. That’s the last time we get caught up with one of Pinkie Pie’s parties. We didn’t know any better.

I trot towards the restroom, when suddenly I almost trip on something. That’s strange, my floors are always clean. I look downward to confront my sneaky assassin. Only to meet-

I dramatically gasp in horror, “What are you doing there?” Hurriedly, I pick up the source of distress: my mother’s beautiful neckless.

I take a breath in great relief, ”My goodness, how do you always appear on the floor?” I put on a rather foul expression.

I continue my trot, but now towards my wardrobe. It faces away from the back wall of my bedroom, which has a conveniently placed window beside it. The window showcases all of Ponyville’s south sector.

I proceed to place my mother's jewelry in it’s box with more of her expensive accessories. Said box was hidden away in one of my wardrobes cupboards where I save my own trinkets, but they aren't as attractive as hers.

I don't really care about fashion, but I would never say that in front of Miss Rarity, or anything that suggests otherwise.

I stare through the window as I prepare a mental checklist necessary for today's activities. The sun hasn't awoken yet, but I could see the bright moon shower its soft light across the sky. I smile, “What a lovely sight. Everypony is missing out. . .”

==

In my delightful sightseeing, it was abruptly interrupted by a small sound of tapping. My ears caught the sound immediately. I suppose you could thank my ears for how sharp they are, but you can hardly call them ’normal’ , can you?

Honing in the source of the familiar noise, my eyes landed on my bedroom door. Ah, an early visitor! With a smile on my face, I trot to the door, gleefully turning the knob.

I casually greet my visitor,- ”Good morning, Malik!” -a bird friend!

The wren chirped in reply, a bright smile on his face. Malik greets me almost every morning after we met. It was a strange experience.

I flip my messy mane, ”Oh Malik, have I ever told you that I appreciate your visits?” I smile wryly.

Malik rolled his small eyes, fluttering his wings. He looked at me with an expression, or whatever he can muster, that said, ”As if you haven't said it enough!”

I always try my best to translate, if not then I take an educated guess depending on the situation.

I walked out my bedroom door, leaving it open, ”Anyway, is there something you would like this morning?”

Malik chirps happily, following behind me.

Rolling my eyes, I replied, ”Of course you want food. Why didn't I think of that.” Another child to take care of today, I complain to myself, walking down the flight of stairs.

==

”No. . . no, no. No! Argh! Where is it?” I angrily mumble.

I've been sweeping through multiple cabinets in my kitchen, but I couldn't find any seeds anywhere! I swore I bought some sunflower seeds last Saturday's morning market rush.

I grip my hoof on the last cabinet’s handle and hold my breath. Looking back at Malik sitting patiently on the table island, he looks at me with empathy. Turning back, I let my breath go. If anything, it's for comfort, I like seeds too. I yank the cabinet open with ease and peek inside, hoping to find what I'm looking for.

I see a half-empty bottle of hot sauce, which is strange since I never eat anything with hot sauce. . . or even buy any.

I see an unopened bag of flower. Okay, I can use the extra for baking.

I see many. . . popsicle sticks? What?

Then I see a rusty horseshoe? I grab it and look at its familiar details. I pause, isn't this Rainbow’s lucky horseshoe? Ah, I'll give it to her when I see her. I tuck the rusty object beneath my wing. I continue to search.

I see a small bucket half filled with. . . slime? Again, what?

I move the objects at the front away to the sides. I then see construction paper, ripped fabric, a bag of animal crackers, elastic, rubber bands, drumsticks, a pair of glasses and moldy hay?

My eyes narrow in disbelief and disgust. I take a breath of the nasty smell, ”Okay, that is it. This cabinet needs a major makeover.”

Sighing, I close the cabinet door, ”Sorry, Malik. No seeds. One point to the evil kitchen,” I chuckle. I'll put a sticky note on the cabinet to remind myself. I must enact that makeover.

Malik chirps quietly. I grimace, ”I'm so sorry, Malik. But I promise that I'll buy you seeds today at the market.” Malik's face immediately brightens.

I smile, ”I'll be in the restroom, Malik. If you need anything else, knock,” Or try knocking.

Malik chirps again and waves goodbye. He flys past the kitchen entrance, through the living room, and out the small open window.

I smile. It's nice to meet a friend in the morning.

==

I frown, my eyes widening as I stare at the clock. It's six forty-seven already?

Ever since Malik left I continued my morning routine. Or rituals. And of course, time slips by my hooves again.

I let out a miserable whimper. Oh, I'm getting old. I guess this is the karma I get for teasing my mother about the same thing. I quietly laugh. She truly was a wonderful mare.

I trot to my bed. On it was my stupidly light saddlebag. I take a deep breath, and let it out, ”Okay, new day. First, go to the market early and buy necessary stuff. Like, right now. Second, buy Malik and me seeds. Sunflower seeds specifically. Third, take some pictures, because why not? And fourth, stop talking to myself.” I equip my saddlebag, leave my bedroom, go down the stairs, and stand in front of the doorway.

Lifting a hoof, I proclaim, ”Day off, here I come!” I pause and sigh. I really have to stop talking to myself.

Leaving my home, I lock my door and place the key back inside my saddle bag. I took a deep breath. Another sunrise, another sunset.

I start trotting. . .

=

Author's Note

Alright! We're starting the first day! Still don't know or have a schedule, though. But, eh, it's progress, right?

Hope your day is as pleasant are you are! Love ya! ’Till the next chapter, everypony!