Stuck

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I Dream of You (Miss Pew)

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Of course; neither I, nor my body was never found. (I will never be seen, just as I will never be heard from again; as much as I would have loved to be seen, and heard from again.)

Naturally; there is nothing left of me, no trace of me left to be found. At least; my (Former) queen will be pleased. (She will never hear of what became of me.)

Wait, what did become of me? (I have no idea.) At least, I am not dead; even if I have no body (of my own), I am alive enough to think and experience. (Is this considered: to be alive?)

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I had woken up, in my own bed; even if I have no idea, as to how I had managed to reach my bed. (Considering how I had been trapped in a very long hall.)

I guess: I should be relieved, as a result of waking up in my own bed. (Well, why shouldn’t I?) I do enjoy, waking up in my own bed; even if I am alone in the castle.

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I feel weird. I feel the light touch of the fabric, making up the bed linen: the bed sheet and the quilt covering my body.

While I had wings (and a horn before), but these were the wings and horn of a Changeling; now I have feathered wings of a Pegasus (or Alicorn), just as I have the horn of a Unicorn (or Alicorn).

How could I feel anything, but weird? Even if I guess it is comforting, to escape the Hunger I had always been subjected to.

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Why did it feel weird, and unfamiliar (all of a sudden; to feel the quilt over my back)?

Either way, I had not dwelled upon this; but stepped out of my bed, preparing for the new day.

"Did I dream, what happened yesterday?” I ponder. (Yet, I still do have the book on my nightstand; the very one, I distinctly recall reading.)

“I will take a look at the book, after breakfast; right now, I need to eat!” I ponder.

If I did not wear clothes, regularly; I don’t need to bother dressing up now, either. (I am after all alone, to the best of my understanding; so even this strange substance covering me, isn’t an issue!)

I trot up to the door, pushing it up before me; before I am stepping out of my bed room, closing the door behind myself as I am turning towards the kitchen. (Too bad, Spike is not here; I had grown used to the comfort, of the help he is extending me!)

Trotting over to the kitchen takes a while, as I am no longer living in the Golden Oak Library. (I had grown to love the good old Golden Oak Library; all the memories I had made there, and all the time I had shared with my friends in that place.)

There is a strange feeling, to the memories of that place now; almost like an echo, reinforcing my focus on these moments so close to my heart. (Somepony, or something is trying to pull me back to focus on these moments to dear to me.. But; how, and why?)

I permit my memory to linger, for the moment; until I am reaching the kitchen, when I start to focus on the matter at hoof. I am still hungry, I do need to eat (after all.)

Did I choose to permit my thoughts to linger, in order to distract myself from my hunger? And with that, the new thought-pattern is reinforcing itself on what is important in the hear and now. (Strange, but welcome.)

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I sit down, by the table; focusing on the task at hoof, it all looks so delicious to me (right now)

I never enjoyed to eat (solid food) before; but I guess this is largely due to the fact that I was a Changeling, who lives on Love (alone). Not that I actually did put an effort in enjoying the food, before; but why should I, when I had been told that it serves no purpose, in the first place.

This time, however; I enjoy the sweet taste of what I am eating, while I still sense remnants of the love applied in producing what I am consuming. (It is weird, but encouraging!)

In a sense; the two sets of “taste” is blending in this experience, as I focus on what I have before me.

It is weird, but I can get used to it. In the hopes: it will not fade away over time. (I will still enjoy this, for all it is worth; for as long as I am able, even if it does fade over time.)

I don’t recognize what is before me; but I trust she knows, what she had been preparing (for herself). (It would not make sense, for her; preparing something: that does not serve as food for her.)

This is still her body, essentially; even if I am following her on the ride, adding my own essence in the hopes of enriching her experience. (I am experiencing her life, as if I had been her; while sharing parts of who I am, and what I am experiencing.)

It is strange to me, experiencing to enjoy a meal; to eat, what Ponies eat every day. (Could I share my experience, of what it is to be a changeling with her; the way she is sharing her experiences with me?)

Of course, the meal comes to an end; she is cleaning up after us, before she is turning her focus back to the book I had offered her. (Even if I had given her the book, in order to distract her at the time!)

While she was reading the book, she had focused solely on the book and nothing else; thus she had stayed calm and collected, while the process was taking its course. (Causing her distress, would not benefit me in the first place; and now I would have shared in her anguish, had I permitted harm to come to her!)

With the kitchen cleaned up, she is turning her focus back to the book; only trotting off to a more comfortable spot, where she can enjoy the book. (Not that I mind.. why should I?)

Finally; she is reaching her favourite reading room; settling down in her most comfortable chair.

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I had just made myself comfortable, leaning in into the comfortable reading-chair; shifting my focus onto the book, I had been proffered. (The book conveniently appears before me, hanging in the air before me as if it had been the most natural thing in the world.)

Since I had made myself comfortable, it is time to dig into the book before me. I am eager to learn its secrets, curious to explore and experience what it has in store for me. (Well, why shouldn’t I?)

It may be a bit strange; with a book without a title (or; if it is just fluid, changing every time I am reading it; but the table of contents makes me confident, in enjoying the book all the same!).

The first chapter is about changelings. (Even if the perspective feels a bit strange to the point of being Alien.)

The second chapter is about Ponies and all their tribes; including numerous tribes I am not familiar with, as well as a few I had never even heard of. (Which; in and of itself is fascinating, to me.) I am learning new things; even if I will have to investigate these items, at a later date. (In order to confirm the validity of the claims, in the hopes they are indeed genuine.)

“So, what is next?” I ponder, as I am exploring the table of contents.

“Ooh.. Ooh..” I exclaim, as my eyes slide over the name of the title.

“Squeak!” I read.

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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Squeak

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Choo Choo Choo - Ray..!!!