One of these days

April 24. Saturday

Every night… every night I see the same face. It comes to me the moment I fall asleep and just looks at me. Actually to call it a face would be absurd, it’s more like a presence right in front of my face, always watching. It doesn’t look me in a creepy way, but with a purpose and with years of experience behind those eyes. What eyes? How do I even know it has eyes? Maybe it’s blind. No. But the point is, it comes to me every night and does something. It’s something that happens every day of every week of every month.

Just like my life…

The other ponies don’t see the things I see in my life. The Princesses are watching us constantly, everywhere: in the hospitals, the stores, even in our homes! But no, the snub Canterlot ponies don’t see it, how can’t they see what the Princesses are doing? They raised the number of guards on the streets last week; I used to see only one or two royal guards when I went to the market last week and now at least five patrols and a captain for pete's sake! They keep saying that the raise of guards is for protection from something, but I don’t believe them. Earlier today they walled our city in with a magical force field to “keep unwanted visitors ‘out’” but they’re just keeping us in. Nopony sees it that way…

April 25. Sunday

Lately some of my friends have been acting differently, more distant from me for some reason. They’ve been brainwashed I tell you. Yesterday I saw my best friend while going to the market and he didn’t even recognize me until I told him who I was, and even then he looked a bit scared of me. Even the usual clerk at the cabbage stand was replaced by a walrus, and it kept saying one word “Remember”.

I think they’re after me…

April 26. Monday

I saw the walrus again today, this time it was a taxi driver. It just kept looking at me as I got into the cab, I think it’s trying to spy on me but I’m not going to give it the pleasure of finding out about this diary. Who knows whom it would give it to. Speaking of my diary, when I got to my office at the Royal Equestrian press today, and I was reading through it, my boss came to me without any warning and just took it away from my hooves. Luckily she didn’t realize to look into it because that would probably end up with me losing my job.

Just now I saw the walrus again, down on the street looking at my window.

April 27. Tuesday

I couldn’t sleep last night. I stayed up looking out from my window for the walrus that has been spying on me, and for some reason I remember yesterday better than I would normally. Not a single pony is still suspecting the government of anything; maybe I should do something about it. But discretely, otherwise they would find out and kidnap me and torture me. They would probably put the walrus up to it!

I’m too scared to leave my house and to sleep, but I’m just so tired.

April 30. Wednesday

Someone’s at the door, I know it.

“Remember”