Silence fell, still and suffocating as the wind's hostility ceased and darkness seemed to grow. I lay there, fresh from a dream, unable to move as I fell back into a ten tonne, heavy lidded corpse that was my body. I closed my eyes in a vain attempt to sleep, only to be taunted by its illusive nature. With a sigh, I opened my eyes, tears filling them, much to my confusion. I stared at the ceiling, my mind empty, but buzzing like a party next door that I wasn't invited to. But as I thought of that description, the forefront of my mind roared to life like the printing press of a local paper making copies of distractions from real problems, telling me that I was foolish to describe it as such in such a way. I sighed, pushing away the thoughts. I stretched my wings, invisioning the freedom of open skies that were now closed to me for the unforeseeable future, leaving me stranded in a torture chamber of crowds, and a cacophony of ponies, and the hustle and bustle of a growing community. Suddenly this thought made me a bit sad, although a part of me knew that it was yet another distraction from what was really wrong. Sometimes it felt like there were two people housed in the far too small space within my skull. There was me, but there was also someone else, trying to hide things that would bring me much woe and further dispair, but I knew that it was all me. I always was a creature of habbit, but it was coming to a point where I just couldn't run far, nor fast enough to escape my ever growing demons the way I used to. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes, letting a more attainable sleep suck me into its icy depths, praying that another nightmare would be avoided.

It wasn't...

Author's Note

I've been scared to sleep for the past few days, so I wrote this. Wish me luck, I'm goin in.