Reality

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Confirmation

Thoughts were blazing around Dash's mind as she soared at ridiculous speeds toward her cloud home.

'AHHH! What did I just DO!? Why did I JUST DO IT!? Did I ENJOY it!? WHY DID I EN--'

BAM!

As Dash pulled her head out of the newest hole in the outside wall of her house, a new thought crossed her mind.

"Wait..." she thought aloud. "Did I enjoy it...?"

She then closed her eyes, trying to remember what it felt like to have Fluttershy's hoof running through her mane. 'It was gentle,' she thought, 'soft, smooth, sorta soothing, maybe even a little--' she stopped at her next thought.

'Romantic? Was it really romantic? It sure felt like it...'

At this point, she was utterly confused. She could've sworn it was romantic. Nopony ever touched her mane like that, Fluttershy being an exception.

Wait, what made her an exception? Why would she let her do that?

Now she was just tired of thinking about it all. Her head was starting to hurt, the crash prior to these thoughts not helping.

She walked into her house and into her bedroom to get some sleep. Maybe that would help clear her mind, which she needed desperately at this moment.

~ * * * ~

It may have been seen as odd to find Fluttershy sitting in one spot for as long she was, seeing as how she usually has some business with friends or animals at about this time of day. Today, she did not. That was the particular oddness about it, too. The lack of activity. This was not to say that she was always on the move, but that the length of time she spent sitting in this one spot was definitely unlike her.

As you may have guessed, she was thinking, but also waiting. Waiting for an answer, thinking of several different outcomes of the circumstance she was in.

She was in a circumstance where she couldn't exactly say or decide what the outcome would happen to be. As of now, it all depended on what Rainbow Dash thought. This was precisely what she was waiting for. And she would keep waiting until she got an answer.

She happened to be sitting in front of the front door of her cottage, staring out at the few clouds that still happened to be out at this time of year. Anypony would be able to see that she was anxiously awaiting something, or rather, somepony.

It boggled her, really: why she felt this way for her friend. Why she felt attracted her. She knew how. She knew what. It was her assertiveness, her overprotective nature, her loyalty, her example, her prism colored mane, her eyes. Her angelic, magenta eyes. Her own were simply green-ish. Green-ish with loads of envy.

Sometimes Fluttershy wondered if Rainbow even knew the color of her own eyes, seeing as how the daredevil doesn't see herself as very feminine. She must have a mirror somewhere, though.

Even so, they needed to be pointed out eventually. Nothing as beautiful as them should go unnoticed, especially by the owner.

Fluttershy kept her skyward gaze firm, not intending on looking away. She wanted an answer. She needed an answer.

After waiting for about ten minutes, she came to realize that to need one thing is to require another.

She needed an answer. She required patience...

...And she would be patient.

She would wait until the end of Equestria for this answer.

~ * * * ~

A good nap always used to clear one's mind. That is, if they didn't happen to be struggling with romantic-situations-with-your-fillyhood-friend-which-you-don't-know-the-potential-of issues at the moment.

Almost needless to say, Dash awoke with headache. Not bad, just annoying.

"Ugh... I hate headaches..." she groaned, sitting up and raising a hoof to her forehead. "I don't even get headaches that often..."

Slowly getting out of bed, she began to remember her dream she'd had. Her nap was not empty. No, it was filled with things like butter-covered skies and an overall sense of comfort.

She remembered walking around--no, no, she wouldn't be walking... No, flying. She was flying. She remembered flying through a butter-scented sky, feeling a strange need to find ground. However, one of Dash's favorite scents was butter. She loved butter! She couldn't get enough of the stuff! After having a good-sized whiff, she let out a long sigh, a smile following.

Just in front of her, she saw what she thought to be... a living room? Yes, a living room was approaching out of the butter sky. To be more specific, a doorway with the view of the living room. It had light pink carpet, walls of the same buttery yellow as the sky that was around her, a couch in that same color in the middle of the room, and a window that was in front of the couch. She couldn't quite see out of it from the angle she was at.

She began to grow tired from all the flying she had been doing absentmindedly. The couch looked quite inviting. She was also curious as to what would be seen out that window. Turning to look at the sky she so loved the aroma of, she noticed what looked like liquid butter in the form of a soft, thin whirlwind, leading downward.

She then looked down toward where it seemed to be leading. The ground it led to looked to be butter spread. The whirlwind was carving words in it. After it was finished, the whirlwind had vanished. She then looked at what it had to say.

"I don't mind if you need to rest..." it read.

She knew immediately what it meant. She turned to look at the living room again, before letting herself glide into it.

Setting herself onto the creamy yellow couch, she folded her wings and gave a small stretch before getting completely relaxed, with her hind legs stretched out across one end. As she laid her head down near the center of the couch, she let out a contented sigh, completely at ease.

After a few minutes of rest, curiosity took over and she sat up to look out the window. She put her lower hooves on the floor so she would be more awake to see. The sight was astounding.

She didn't exactly know what she was staring at, but she was most definitely staring.

It was almost as if the sky had been doused in the colors of nature. Or maybe the nature of color. Probably the first. Either way, it was more than just anything to look at. The sky-like image was a light shade of teal, fading into jet black towards the middle of it. The ground beneath the image was missing.

The whole sight was strangely comforting. It almost looked like an eye. Not watching her, but rather, watching over her.

She made a small connection as she stood all fours now, walking over to the windowsill. 'Huh,' she thought. 'Kinda reminds me of--wait what is this?' She then looked down at what she was stepping on. Not only was it light pink, but was it almost wave-like. It started from one end of the room to the other.

This was when she made a bigger connection. Much bigger.

She needed to leave. She didn't want to believe it all. She wanted to rid herself of this living room. But alas, when she looked at where the door was, it was no longer. As she looked around, she knew there was only one way she could--

White. She remembered seeing white.

Ah, yes. Awake at last.

Her eyes widened and she dropped a mug of apple juice from Sweet Apple Acres as she realized the significance of her dream.

After hearing the absence of anything clinking or spilling, she looked down only to find a new hole in the cloud floor, mug-shaped. Through the hole, she could see that her house (thanks to the wind) was directly above Sweet Apple Acres. It would be found eventually.

"Applejack's gonna kill me..."

The thought was horrifying. That Stetson-clad, tree-bucking, orange mare was just that overprotective of her apples.

But that conversation would have to wait. She needed to talk to Fluttershy now...