DayDreams stared at her reflection. Something about it was wrong. Somehow it didn’t look like her. The overwhelming feeling of wrongness was back and felt like it was crushing her, inside to out. She pressed one claw against the fragile glass pane and dragged it across. A long shallow crack was created, and quickly, she withdrew her hand. ‘No.’ She concluded. Nothing is wrong with the mirror or my reflection.’ Her mind sank with this revelation. She exhaled a long breath, fogging up the mirror. Then she turned away. She no longer wanted be seen today, and as soon she left the bathroom, she went straight to her room. Immediately she buried herself in her blankets, and bed sheets. Here, she decided, was where she would stay for the rest of the day.

Eventually guards came knocking on her door. They kept knocking for awhile before they gave up and let themselves in. Sweets sent them away with an excuse of feeling ‘under the weather.’ They didn’t question, leaving quickly, and quietly. Then she was alone again in her dark room.

At some point later on, her mother came to check on her too. She pretended to be asleep. Still Celestia lingered for a bit, standing by her bedside, one hoof placed softly on her daughter’s back. When Celestia finally did leave she left quietly too, closing the door behind her. Then Sweets was alone once again with the darkness, and her suffocating thoughts.

Princess Daydreams never felt connected to her body or marehood. She knew was a mare because that what everyone said she was and had no reason to question. For her being a mare was like her being a princess, a simple fact of life. She never questioned it, and she thought every mare felt this way. When she reached fillyhood the disconnection became painful. Her body feeling more like cage than hers. Now in her full marehood, the disconnect was a hungry beast.

It woke from it’s a fitful slumber, frequently in a frenzy, to feast on the insecurities of her mind. She could only watch in helpless terror as it descended upon her and destroyed her from within. Days like this, all she wanted to do was hide. All she could do was hide. She felt guilt and shame but borrowed deeper mentally, and physically. She couldn’t function right now. She needed to be alone, even though it wasn’t right.

Tomorrow would be a better day. Tomorrow she would be responsible, not today.

She closed her eyes and let sleep take her again.

Author's Note

I really this chapter a lot except for the start a little bit but my writing is certainly improving. :)