Awake.

Meesley startles awake. He is still in his bed in his wonderful little home somewhere in Equestria. He still has to check which town he is in currently, but at least nothing about his home changed...hopefully. He gets up, onto his hooves and makes for the kitchen.

He finds his kitchen empty. No family today...or any other day for the past years, for that matter. He quickly changes thoughts to more pleasant things, like...um...tea! Oh he loves tea; that's why he seemingly has cartons upon cartons full of the stuff in his cupboard. When was the last time his favourite was coffee? Eh, anyways, he levitates the kettle onto the stove using his magic and turns the flame on medium.

As the kettle begins to boil, he looks at his surroundings, studying them for any major changes since he went to bed. Meesley has a sort of condition. You may think he is crazy for claiming so, most ponies do, but things around him sometimes change. Now, it would be easy to understand his troubles with change if he was in his later years of life, but today he seemed to be in his 20s. Plus, this isn't the regular type of change, like a favoured restaurant closing or society adapting. This type of change seems much more magical in nature.

The kettle starts to whistle, so he takes it off the heat.

Day by day, massive details about his live seem to just change! One day he was the happiest stallion around, the next he was an important figure in politics, the next he was some bum on the streets. Over the years he got somewhat used to these big changes (not having many expectations for what you will see when opening your eyes helps). Funnily enough, what really trips him up are the small things-like his hair colour-which seem to change at any moment.

As he begins to pour some hot water from his electric kettle into his prepared cup, he begins to worry what his job for the day may be. His condition seems to have no pattern, but certain changes do seem to happen more often than others, so he focuses on learning those as much as he can. Though, sometimes, when the universe really hates him, he simply loses a skill entirely.

As he balances his cup on his leathery wings and raises it to his mouth to drink, he hears a knock on the door.

"Mh," he nearly spills his drink, "Coming!"

He opens the door to see his old school friend, Theta, standing outside. He quickly moves up to her and gives her a big hug.

"Woa," she responds, a bit shocked, "You certainly seem...friendly today!"

"I'm just happy to have you today."

She looks at him, confused. Everypony is always so confused at what he says. When a change happens, and he tries to figure himself out again, they look at him in confusion. When somepony seemingly reappears into his life, they are always confused at his behaviour. Nopony knows what happens to him, nopony ever notices.It's like he is the center of the universe, but all it does is laugh at him...

"So...uh, ready to go or did you need a minute?" she asks.

"Wh- oh yeah!" he lets go. Today he...helps out at the market! Thank Celestia, he got a memory!

He rushes inside and makes sure the house is ready for him to leave. A few moments later he returns and is ready to go do some work. As they trot to the center of town, he plays a little game of 'guess where-the-heck I am today!' Seemingly, he is quite far towards the eastern coast of Equestria, but certainly still Equestria.

Theta takes a turn, going through one of the smaller alleys, so Meesley follows, and they end up in the middle of the market. A cart nearly hits Meesley, so he tries to duck back into the alley only to hit the soft canvas of a tent set up behind him...in the middle of the market.

"Sorry!" the pony drawing the cart calls out to him.

"You gotta be a little more careful, Meesley! If you run over a whole tent, you'll never be able to pay back your loans!" Zeta warns him as she continues to navigate through the streets in front of him.

No idea what she was talking about, but he seemingly had quite a bit of work to do, so he simply followed her quietly. The two eventually reached a small stall selling a variety of apples. This was where they worked, helping a rather old stallion keep a business alive he and his made a long time ago.

"Get your apples, come get fresh apples here! We have every kind! Fuji, Honeycrisp, Gala, Golden Delicious, even Pine!" the old stallion called.

"Pine?" Meesley asked, walking behind the counter, careful not to knock over any fruit with his roughed wing feathers.

"Yes, Meesley! Never heard of Pine-apples?"

"That's not..." he began to protest, but thought it would be better to preserve his little retaining sanity. He instead asked, "So, sir, what did you need from us today?"

"Oh, just the same as always, " the old pony briefly stopped, Meesley had no idea what the heck that meant, "Shining and stacking, until I need anything else from you."

Oh! He could do that! Granted, even a foal could do that, but it seemed like easier work than on other days. So Theta and Meesley started to polish the apples and...pineapples, and stacking them-sorted-in the display case.

After a few hours of doing this, Meesley grew somewhat tired and asked for a brief break.

He decided to trot around the market for a bit, getting some air and allowing his muscles to relax somewhat. Eventually, he decided he should treat himself a little for his hard work. He couldn't find a single lemonade stand in the whole market. Wouldn't be the first time a whole concept disappeared from his life...but he did find a nice little stall for orange juice.

Using his wing, he placed 5bits onto the counter, still deciding what exactly he wanted. This place seemed to sell every variation of orange juice under the sun. Mixed with apple juice, sugar, water, cinnamon, lemon slices, even one simply titled 'spicy.'

"What can I get ya?" the somewhat young mare currently working the stand asked. She was a white pegasus, so he likely didn't have all too much time to think before he was at the end of her patience. It's somewhat of a stereotype, but Meesley has met so many ponies that he was able to confirm some of them.

"Uh, do you have some sort of recommendation?" he asked, airing on the side of caution. While it was true that this conversation likely never happened the next time he wakes up, he still wanted to avoid conflict as much as possible.

"Oh, I enjoy a mix of these three," she said, pointing at the board containing all the possible variations.

"Then I will take an or-apple juice with exactly that!" he responded, catching a small change.

She looks at him confused, of course. He subconsciously starts to frown. She looks back into her stall, pausing for a few seconds-thrown off-and then begins her work. Meesley decides to look at the nearby clocktower, which moved A LOT more than he expected.

He turns back to her and says, "Sorry to bother you, but could you hasten just a tad? I really need to get back to work!"

She doesn't really speed up, but the white pony is also almost done with his order, so he only really had to wait another 30 seconds before winging over his order.

"Thank you, you can keep the change!" he says as his horn lights up and he uses his magic to hold his cup while galloping off.

The white mare stares after him with big eyes, she yells "Wait, you're a-" before getting out of earshot.

Back at the stall, Meesley's hooves screech to a halt on the stone ground. By now, he had finished his hot chocoa, so he ran to the back to begin apologizing to the old mare running her business. This is why he doesn't like bothering with names. Luckily, she is pretty quick to forgive him, saying something about being young once too and all that sentimental stuff. It seems that Eta also pulled a bit of double duty and did some of his share. He'll have to make it up to her later. He went back and started working again.

At the end of the day, he helped clean up and 'close shop,' as they say. He decided that Eta really didn't need to pay for her dinner today, so he offered to purchase her whatever she desired.

"Anything but an apple, I think I've seen more than enough of those today!" she replied, exasperated.

They ended up simply getting some raw vegetables left over from one of the closing stalls. On one hand, it helped him save money, but on the other hand, it sort of made his sentiment have less value. And while they did eat together, it wasn't a date or even remotely romantic. In every variation he had seen where Theta and he were a couple, they always separated by the end of the day...

Anyways, he trotted home alone. He wasn't even in a mood to shower today, he just went straight to bed. Today wasn't all that eventful, but he is honestly more grateful for having less excitement than more. Meesley knows that he isn't a god, because a god probably wouldn't have to worry about their very existence changing drastically every day.

...

"I really bucking hate my life," he murmured as he began to close his eyes.

Sleep.

Author's Note

If this was confusing, I am very sorry. (The tense is all over the place in this, I know.) Any tips for improvement are very much appreciated, but I do not plan on updating this very often due to labwork!

Important note:
"I never lie, everything is the way it is meant to be. We live in a world where technicality is king."