A Life of Shy

Morning has peaked. Celestia had already raised the sun and Luna already lowered the moon. The Pegasai are already hard at work, giving Equestria clear skies. Another beautiful day surrounds Ponyville.

I started waking up. Stretched out and yawning, I noticed Fluttershy was already out of bed as I laid there by myself. There was a sweet smell coming from downstairs. I got out of bed, fixed the covers on her bed and headed downstairs. I looked around the corner to see my beautiful mare cooking breakfast for the both of us.

I made an audible yawn. “Good morning Flutters,” I said to her. Fluttershy turned to see me and smiled.

“Good morning Mikey!” she said enthusiastically. I went over to her and gave her a kiss.

“I see that you’re up early,” I said.

“I just wanted to get the day started. I’m making us some oatmeal with hash browns.”

“Sounds, looks, and smells delicious,” I complimented.

“Go ahead and take a seat cutie,” she ordered. “I’m almost done making it.”

“Okay Cutie-Shy,” I said, making her squeak and blush. I giggled, kissed her cheek, and then headed towards the couch. As I waited for her to bring breakfast, I dug out the bible from the saddle bag and skimmed through it. It was an exact copy of the New International Reader’s Version. I wondered how on Earth–well, in Equestria–Twilight got this.

I would’ve never thought it was a bible at first. The purple-colored hardcover with a horseshoe print and a cross embroidered inside the print helped me identify that it was indeed a religious book, but never helped me confirm that it was bible. It was the bind that helped with identification with the version written on it.

It was obvious that it was rarely used. None of the pages had wear and tear. This confirms my ideology that nopony reads or knows the bible in Equestria. That or Twilight never reads it. Maybe she keeps it as a keepsake.

I stumbled across a familiar verse, John 16:20, which says, “what I’m about to tell you is true. You will weep and mourn while the world is full of joy. You will be sad, but your sadness will turn to joy.” In the context of the bible, Jesus was telling his disciples that he would be going away soon, that all his disciples will mourn him. However, this scripture caught my attention because it followed a similar pattern in my life.

Just less than twenty-four hours ago, I was struck by something while homeless in a tent, put in the back of an ambulance, and blacked out in a never-ending void. Now I’m happily living with the pony of my dreams.

“Your sadness will be turned to joy,” I mumbled to myself, holding back tears.

“Who are you talking to?” Fluttershy asked, startling me. She had my breakfast ready. I grabbed my plate, which had some delicious-looking oatmeal and hash browns. One thing I knew for certain is that she is an amazing cook. I also grabbed a cup of orange juice that she also had for me.

“Sorry, I was talking to myself,” I said to her, still holding back tears. I bookmarked the bible using one of the ribbons attached to it and placed it on the arm of the couch, gesturing Fluttershy to sit next to me.

“Are you okay Mikey?” Fluttershy asked, seeing the slight tears that formed in my eyes. She gave me a soft kiss on my cheek to comfort me.

“Yeah, I’m good. I ran into a bible verse I remembered that hit me pretty hard.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Fluttershy asked.

The operating room was quiet, other than occasional beeps from the heart monitor. I was sprawled out on a metal table. Anesthesia ran down an IV line into to my arm, and a mask producing Nitrous Oxide was over my face. Though I was in a coma, Doctor Richard wanted to be sure that I don’t wake up during a life-saving surgery.

The team had just removed the piece of skull fragment from my brain which was causing the internal bleeding. Gauze was placed in the area to stop the bleeding from continuing. They also repair my skilled and stitched the skin of my head back on. Now they just needed to be sure that everything will be okay.

After monitoring for fifteen minutes, it was concluded that the operation was a success. No more internal bleeding, no more seizures, no heavy brainwave activity, nothing. They wrapped my head in gauze and rolled me into the recovery ward, still in a comatose state.