The Soup Kitchen of the Mind

Nicholas woke up. The forest was dark, and dim light let out through the tops of trees and shone very light streaks across the grassy path leading yonder. He noticed a very small yellow and pink creature looking over a bush at him, cowering and whimpering, showing signs of fear. He looked closely in the direction of the being, and his face grew questionable to if he had the slightest idea if it was who he really thought it was.

He peered in the direction of the small equine, and walked over to sit next to her. He brushed her mane as she quivered; much with the fear of lost child. As Nicholas stroked her velvet hair, flowers of all shades started to bloom around him and the young filly. Strokes of light illuminated everything around them, as her wings spread and they descended towards the sky. The flowers were still blooming, but reproducing at the same time, as they let go of streaks of light that waved through the air; grasping the cracks of reality around them. They would stroke themselves within the sky, painting a picture around them, and humming softly to the movement of the earth, as it moaned in ecstasy. Every flower that matured had mixed in with every color in our visual spectrum, and surrounded the boy and the cowering animal. Nicholas held her closer and closer each second, and her fears slowly left her mind, as she became at ease. He continually stroked her mane, and she drifted into a state of conscious rest. Nick peered into the darkness, and waited patiently for her awakening.

Hours past and she had slowly awakened within the young mans arms, similar to that of mother and child. She peered at him, and her pupils were as blue as the oceans glimmering waters. “How can I assist you today?” He said, with a grin on his face.

She was still speechless. Nicholas shook his head.

“Ill walk you back home, how about that? You don’t have to say anything.” He again said.

“O-okay” She whimpered back.

She led got on her legs, and notioned in the direction of her cottage. He again scooped her off the ground, and walked in the direction he was given. On the way to her cottage, he thought about how things worked. Why was this pony light enough to carry, yet another can easily pick him up and fly, with him on her spine? These thoughts continued to plague his mind, more so he lost his sense of direction, and not realized they had passed the cottage, more than twenty minutes prior. By the time his awareness had recovered, he noticed the mare was asleep. He walked back the direction he wandered off, and eventually made it to the cottage. Opening the door, he stepped inside and walked up the nearest stairway to her room, and laid her upon the bed. He smiled. Turning around, he walked back down the staircase, and back outside. It was night time already, and it would seem to him he had lost perception of time to a point of incomprehension.