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I know I had gone to bed, the other day; nothing strange about it, even if my body still does feel a bit strange in a derpy kind of way. I had slept quite well, in my new bed.

I have a mate black Silicone sheet, a crystal clear pillow and a three inch thick crystal clear quilt covering me where I lie sleeping, all night.

This is after all the latest in Twilight Town, where I live; even if it may be the only fashion, I could remember. Not that I complain, I sleep well and wake up fresh as a Daisy. What more could I possibly wish for?

Now I find the quilt holding me down, until I manage to slip a Hoof out from under the Quilt; folding the corner of my Quilt up against the Wall, before I slide out from under the Quilt and sit up comfortably.

“Squishy!” I exclaim, patting the quilt with a Hoof.

The Quilt still feels warm; while the Pillow persistently feels cool to the touch, even now.

I sit on the top of my bed, pushing myself over the edge of the bed; only for my Hooves to hit the floor; “Clip clop” and I find myself standing on my own four hooves, on the floor.

A wooden floor, coated with crystal clear Silicone. I don’t mind, I like the squishy sensation under my Hooves, just as I enjoy the squeaks I hear with each step I take.

I step over to the wardrobe, at the hoof end of my room; opening the doors and explore what I have before me, pondering what I should be wearing.

“Maybe this, or maybe this?” I mouth, scanning the content, exploring my options.

I end up selecting a skirt, similar to the one Mum wore the other day; only thicker and mate black, in place of the glossy one she wore.

“Should I be trying on this?” I ponder, looking at a matching blouse top.

“Maybe, maybe…” I mumble.

In the end, I do try it on; slipping my right and left fore-hoof in, in turn; soon finding myself back on the floor. I manage to button it up from the first to the last button, up at my neck.

I did have a few colourful skirts, but opted for the mate black one.

These colours would not be right for school. Or, so I reason.

These bright colours would clash with my natural colours. At least, it is how I feel. While I could not channel an inner Rarity, but I still have a sense what should look good.

Dressed for the day; I close the doors to my wardrobe, before I turn around and trot over the floor to the door, out of my room. I open the door and step out of my room, close the door behind myself; before I step over to the flight of stairs, eagerly trotting down to the ground floor. Now I find myself in the living room.

It is not so much that I need to wear the clothes, or that I am expected to wear them. It is just that; I feel like wearing the clothes, I have before me. Maybe they are fancy, or maybe it is something else. Still, I want to wear these clothes I had been presented with, all the same.

Just the simple skirt, and the short Blouse Top goes well with the Pony sensibilities. Fancy, but not directly over-dressed.

I recall, having seen Diamond Tiara and her only friend: silver Spoon wearing a more frilly skirt before, so this ensemble should not draw any direct attention. Would it?

If I were to draw attention; I fear it is my Mother: Derpy Whooves, who is the cause of it. She is Wall-Eyed and clumsy at times. Then again; she is the mail mare of the village, and well-liked and appreciated by most all.

There is a distinct scent of Muffin, on the air; I had picked it up, as I trot down the flight of stairs. Naturally; Pinkie Pie had baked the Muffins, the baked Goods she is known for. Even if I know, she does bake more than just Muffins. It is just that my Mother: Derpy Whooves chose these; because she loves Muffins, above all else. Could I blame her, for that? No, not really.

How could I? Considering; just how much I am enjoying them, too.

The scent of the promised breakfast brings joy to me; causing a renewed lightness to my every step, on my way to the breakfast table.

“Yay..” I exclaim; as I approach the table, my mother had made; “Muffins!” I continue, jubilantly.

Could you blame me? The Muffins are always delicious.

There is a plate before me, as I sit down; it had been waiting for me. Likewise; there is a plate before Derpys and Doctors seats, too.

Derpy had been waiting for me, standing by the short end of the table.

Doctor enters the room, shortly after I had claimed my seat. Once he is sitting down, we all begin the feast.

I may be hungry, and the Muffins may be delicious; but I take my time, enjoying every bite, before me. Fresh Muffins deserve this.

Once I had finished, I step off of my chair, pushing it back in under the table; before I am leaving the table, returning to my room.

As I am trotting up the flight of stairs, I am made aware of the delicious squeaks, my skirt is making, with each and every step. Maybe I had noticed this before; but now it is acutely obvious, to me.

“Oh!” I exclaim, half-way up the stairs.

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I trot down the flight of stairs, continuing towards the cloaking room.

Since I am already dressed up, for the day; there is but the one thing, I slip my shoes on, before I go.

Just like before, the door quietly slides shut behind me, just as I had stepped out of our home. I continue down the path, leading to the street outside our garden; passing the peonies, planted there for our viewing pleasures. Even if I know, we will have to care for them; in order to make sure, they will thrive. If it is dry, we will have to water them; if there is weed, we will have to do the weeding.

Once I reach the street, I take to the right, following the street all the way down to the Town Hall; from there, I turn to the right, following the street until I see the School House.

Now I hasten my steps, still hearing the noises of my hooves hitting the pavement; “Clip, clop; clip, clop..” as I trot over to the building.

The door to the school is wide open, naturally. I can see Cheerilee, standing by the door; waiting for us to get to class. She is smiling, as I am trotting up towards her; though I slow down, just in time to move up the few steps up to the porch she is standing on.

“Good morning, Dinky!” she exclaims; “You are first, today!” she concludes.

“Well, someone had to be first; could as well me me, nothing is lost by being first!” I ponder; Good morning, Cheerilee!” I respond, as I trot past her on my way in, into the building.

Since I am first; I end up taking a seat, in the first row.

There is a Saddle Bag by each desk. As I am touching the Saddle Bag; I notice how it is turning into a matching Gray hue, identifying it as mine. Had I had my Cutie Mark; it would have been presented, proudly on the front of both the right and left bag. Since I have not yet discovered my mark, the bag is still blank.

“Am I the only Filly in Class, today?” I ponder.

So long as Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon is not coming, I guess it is fine. Though I would not mind the Cutie Mark Crusaders: Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo to show up

Twist and Pip Squeak would also be quite welcome company in class, of course.