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// A new Day, a new Twilight: 1 
// Story: In Twilight 
// by Kentavritsa 
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As I wake up, the sun is beaming in through the window and I am looking up.  Nothing seems out of the ordinary, aside from that nothing lie where I recall leaving it last night.

Conveniently enough, the colours are right.  I do feel comfortable, and I did have a good night’s sleep.

“Am I on the second floor?  Where is Spike, and why is all my belongings misplaced?” I exclaim.

There is no response, and the room is quiet.  Spike is nowhere to be found.  I am indeed alone, left to my own devices.

The room appears similar to the room Fluttershy sleeps in her cottage, just outside of Ponyville.  This is not in Ponyville and its surroundings, never-mind Equestria at large.  I guess I do have a few hints to the effect, in the details most everywhere I look.  If only my recollections had been clear enough, for me to point it out.  Maybe this is just as well.

The room is fine, I can’t complain about it now.  I certainly had slept well enough.

My bed and night-stand are actually made out of solid wood, and the bed-linen are real fabric.  No facsimile or cheap knock-offs.  The floor is laid with wood and the floor had been covered with actual wallpapers.  I even have a real, functioning lamp, hanging down from the ceiling.

While I have a pair of wardrobes, at the foot-end of the bed; there is nothing inside, not as much as a shred of fabric in sight.  Good thing, I was never the pony; to fancy wearing clothes, when I rarely had to.  Maybe that was more on Rarity’s table, than mine.

“Why does it feel, as if everything is new?” I mumble, to myself.

I could almost feel the scent of newly printed wallpapers, and there is a scent that does feel as if it had been rubber coating my wooden floor.

“No time to waste, on pondering whether this is real or a dream; I can as well explore my surroundings and enjoy the adventure, as I explore what is passing for my home!” I ponder.

“I just hope, I don’t fall of the set, as I trip over the edge and fall!” I mumble.

With genuine wood under my hooves, I can move around safely; and the thin coat of clear rubber does give unchallenged and unparalleled footing, as I continue my new adventure to explore my new home.

“I really do love the details, and the effort put into making my home!” I ponder, as I am continuously scanning the surroundings.

The first detail to give away where I am, is the door-handle; no Pony would make or install these delicate handles, almost impossible to manage to a Pony like me.  The handle would have worked for my former assistant, Spike.  I guess I could count myself as fortunate; being a Unicorn, with magic at my disposal.

Just as the wooden floor, the wooden door had also been coated with the same thin layer of clear rubber.  No idea why, but it gives a new and very different tactile sense to me.  While it may be clear, but it is still glossier than expected.

As I light up my horn; a purple orb of magic appears at the tip of my horn, slowly growing in size and intensity.  As the magic reach the point, the light slides down the length of my horn, like an avalanche and I feel the heat, as it is reaching my forehead.  Now I focus on the door-handle and reach forth; tentatively manipulating the handle, before I manage to open the door by pushing forwards.  The door quietly moves out of the way, permitting me to step right out of the room.

I pass the threshold and step onto the wooden floor in the hall, still curiously scanning my surroundings.  The space is empty and void of any presence other than myself.  None, no Pony and most certainly no Dragon around.  I am obviously alone.  The air is still and silent.  Almost as if I had entered an ancient tomb; if not for the freshness and decidedly fresh air, I am breathing.

I snort, and sigh in relief.

Just as in my bed-room, the floor is laid with wood coated with clear rubber.  The wallpaper is a light spring green, with darker deep green leaf pattern.

“Oak-wood, but with cherry-wood windows?” I ponder, as I am looking at the door before me.

There are a total of four bed-rooms, I can see; judging by the doors, from what I know.  I also have a mare’s room and a shower, room on the floor.

“I guess this is how people live, wherever I am now!” I ponder.

“Not sure I like it, but if I have a family?  This just may work!” I mumble.

Nothing is painted, and no plastic carpets in my home.  In both the mare’s room, and the shower; the floor is laid with white, ceramic tiles.  Only the walls are laid with a chess-pattern of the same ceramic tiles.

“Strange, some of the details just does not add up here; it is, as if this house was not built by Ponies?” I ponder.

While I do have a flight of stairs to a second floor overhead, I choose to take the stairs down to what I believe should be the ground floor.  I hope to find a kitchen, and whatever food may be available to be down there.  Whom, or whatever this house was possibly built for, are bound to eat something.  Maybe something of that could be available and edible for me too.  Hoping it is still fresh enough for me to eat it, and acceptable as food for an equestrian Pony like me.

As the stairs may feel a bit steep for me, but I can still navigate down to the floor below the room within which I had so recently woken up.

Just around the corner, I can clearly spot the stairs down to the basement; identical to the flight of stairs I had just navigated, In the hopes of finding the kitchen and possibly a dining-room.

I have the living-room behind me, and another mare’s room before me.  Of course, there is a shower and a bathroom as well.  As I continue towards the living-room, I notice a set of what is to pass for comfortable sofas; three seats, two seats and three single seat sofas, surrounding the beech-wood table with a clear glass table-top.

From the living-room, I can see the doors to, my study, the kitchen and the dining-room in order.

“How convenient, the dining-room is adjacent to both the kitchen and the living-room!” I ponder.

“As much as I love a good book, the study can wait for a few more minutes; I am hungry, and in need of a steady breakfast right now!” I point out, sternly to myself.

“What do I have to work with?” I mumble to myself, as I continue towards the kitchen.

Thankfully, all the doors are open; I do not need to bother with opening a single door, and I am already stepping into the kitchen.  Of course, the fridge, and the freezer are both securely closed.  I see the tiny, green light; indicating they are both on and thus most likely stuffed with food.  Whatever food I may have available, to me right now.

“Whoever made these?” I ponder, as I look at the fridge and the freezer before me.

I reach out and pull the freezer open, only to find tubs of ice-cream; flavoured with strawberry, chocolate, apple and cinnamon.  I guess I should not complain.  At least, not too much.

“I guess Spike would have loved these!” I point out, remembering my friend and assistant.

“Milk, bread, apples, vegetables, salad!” I mumble; as I recognize the contents, I have before me.

“Maybe I could try the salad?” I ponder.

I manage to find myself a bowl and a fork for the salad, then I pull out some bread and the milk.  There are a few glasses, in the same cabinet as I had found the bowl for my salad.

“No oats, and no daisies!” I ponder; “But I have at least not found anything distasteful or esculent!” I continue.

“This is my first breakfast here!” I mumble, as I carry everything out to the dining-room.

“Fortunately, I have had practice with juggling multiple items and spells!  This would have been a pain, if I would not have been so good with magic!” I ponder.

For a moment, maybe several minutes; I just sit and nibble on a bun.  I am lost in thought.  Then I pour up milk in the glass and take a sip.

As I down the last of the milk, I just poured myself; I pick up the fork and stab some vegetables in my bowl of salad, then lift it up to my mouth and chew.  I continue eating.

“Not bad, not bad at all; though I do miss the daisies, and possibly a few spoons of oats!” I ponder, while I continue to chew down the salad.

Maybe I could step out and buy myself some oats, later.  I hope I could find both oats and daisies.  Either in the garden, I hope I have outside; or I could buy these, in town?  I do live in a town, right?

“While I have fries, whichever kind of fries these may be; I still have neither oats nor daisies!” I ponder; “My windows are empty, but why?” I continue.

As I finish my breakfast, I place the dishes away for later.  With my breakfast concluded, I am more interested in exploring the rest of the home I had so unexpectedly found myself in.

I leave the door to my kitchen open, as I walk out the door and into the living-room and continue to the cloak-room.  While fashion is not my personal passion, I like to see what I have to wear if and when I need it.

“Cloak-room?” I giggle, as I look around.

I have no cloak, and no particular use of one.  There are three sets of boots: black, red and clear.  Not too bad, I guess.

“Maybe I should try these boots on, and I think I choose these clear once!” I ponder.

I light up my horn and lift the set out, putting them on the floor before me.  Once the boots are on the floor, I step right into them.

“Curious, they are very easy to step into; yet once on, they feel considerably tighter than I had been expecting!” I put forth, as I look down at my hooves.

Now it looks; as if my hooves had been coated with the clear rubber, not as if I had put on boots.

“Magical boots, enchanted for perfect fit?” I ponder.


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