CHAPTER ONE
What the.........
By: Bluemoon1996
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God. I'm tired.
This was the first thought that came to mind when the bliss of sleep decided to leave so abruptly. Sunlight was pouring in through my open bedroom window, shining right on my face. Curse you sun! Curse you and your infernal brightness.
I rolled over, getting my face out of the sunlight and opened my eyes. I glanced around to see I was still in my bedroom. Oddly, everything seemed to be clear, even though I was nearsighted. Did I fall asleep with my glasses on? But my groggy mind didn't care. It wanted sleep to come back and I was happy to oblige. A few more minutes, I promised myself, a few more minutes. And I shut my eyes and waited for sleep to return.
... And waited.
... And waited.
... And waited some more.
... And then a bit more.
After I don't know how long and the bliss of sleep still hadn't come. I opened my eyes again and stared at the ceiling, concern rising about the discovery of my suddenly improved eyesight, (which hadn't fully clicked due to the fog of sleep hadn't quite left my brain). The room was dead silent except for the low steady klunk-Klink of the ceiling fan and my breathing. I grumbled, realizing that I'd have to get up. Damn it.
Smacking my lips, I sat up in bed ... and paused, confused.
Everything felt ...weird. My arms felt like I had slept with a jacket on. Did I? I quickly dismissed the thought. Of course not. I live in Texas and its the middle of August. That would be plain retarded. My legs felt twisted but there was no pain to speak of. I couldn't feel my fingers and toes, like they'd fallen asleep. My back itched in a very odd way. It felt like one of my legs when they fall asleep occasionally from lack of circulation. But even the sensation was, well, odd. I felt it on my back, but at the same time, I could feel it detached and foreign like a parasite that clung to my back. Well... this feels bizarre.
All of a sudden, the silence was broken by jazzy music, my phone was going off.
I felt my ear turn towards the direction of my IPhone on the nightstand to my right. What the fuck? I've never been able to even wiggle my ears. Now it seems like they are doing three hundred sixty degree twists. Something ain't right. I turned towards my phone and started to reach for it with my left arm. But I stopped when something entered my line of sight.
It seemed to be a long tube like thing covered in short brown hair. It seemed foreign, like it ought to be in a cartoon, not in my bedroom. What the ... Is this real?, I asked myself. I decided to touch it to prove or disprove that thought. But when I did, another tube thing came into view. This one was identical to the other in every way, except the bottom half seemed to be an olive drab color.
I stared at the two of things as the gears in my head grinded together. When a thought came to my mind, For the love God and all that is holy, PLEASE let me be wrong. I wiggled my right arm.
The right tube wiggled as well.
I wiggled my left arm.
The left one wiggled in sync.
No. I bent my arms up and down; left one first then right one, like I was lifting dumbbells.
The tubes did the same.No no no no no. Panic started running through my brain like a greedy person after five bucks on a fish hook. I smacked my hands together. The end of the tubes hit each other with a barely audible clop.
After a smack to the face and several more random arm motions that the tubes mimicked perfectly, I couldn't deny it no more. This wasn't a realistic dream, this was real and those things were my arms. Something had happened while I was asleep. My eyes started darting around the room at various objects and my jaw dropped. Panic transformed into fear.
Normally, being six foot one; my feet would stick out over the edge of the bed. But now the blanket near the foot of the bed was flat, there was only a small lump. I reached down with my arm, I felt my body shudder at the thought that that was my arm, and with an audible gulp I yanked off the blanket and stared at what I saw in a mixture of disbelief, fear, and severe panic.
What I saw wasn't human, it looked like ... a tiny colorful horse. The fur was brown with olive drab splotches all over it's ...my body. A long messy brown tail sprouted from what I guess was the rear end. Feathers, a wing with feathers was in the middle of ... my body. "What the ..." I stopped. My somewhat deep voice had gotten higher, to the point that it was squeaky.
I need to get to a mirror. I need to see what I look like. I need to get to the bathroom.
My mind had the routine memorized: out of bed, walk over to door, open it and go down the hall to my destination. But gravity was a bitch, and I fell flat on my face.
"OW" I said out loud, pride bruised. Then I saw my laptop. I had left it on the ground the night before wide open. What I saw on its blank reflective screen made my eyes widen.
I saw the face of a creature with large eyes with sickly yellow irises and pointy ears. long brown hair fell everywhere but in its face. It was covered in brown fur with a large olive grab splotch around one eye. It had the same look of shock in its face that I was feeling. No. It can't be. IT CAN'T BE!!!!!!!
I started tearing up, this can't be true. THIS CAN'T BE TRUE! This can't be happening. People don't wake up as cartoon horses. This kind of stuff only happens in stories and TV shows, not real life!
I started bawling like a little baby. I didn't care if anyone heard me. I didn't care if the neighbors heard me. I didn't care if all of Texas heard me. MY LIFE IS OVER!!!!!! As I lied there wailing to myself, I saw the reflection wail too. Tears streaming down its furry little face and snot oozing from its nostrils. "STOP FUCKING MOCKING ME!!!" I screamed at my reflection, spit and snot splattering on the screen. I wanted it to go away, to stop mimicing me. I wanted to my reflection not this otherworldly abomination. I wanted me back.
I continued wailing for a good ten minutes till the tears suddenly stopped. I had cried so much that I ran out of tears. I looked at the mess I was in the laptop screen. "God damnit, Chris. Get ahold of yourself." I slammed a hoof into the ground. You've had enough of a pity party for yourself.
"Chris. Is that you" I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up towards my wide open, binds-drawn up window. and saw my brother, Tim looking in with a look of shock and disbelief on his face. "Uggghhhhhh...." And the world suddenly turned black.
Author's Note
Please tell me what you think or if you see any grammar or spelling problems.