One In A Million sneak peek.

The time is 11P.M. , I am in bed not even sound asleep. I am staring up at the ceiling with a frumpy expression, letting my thoughts wonder around in my conscious. I thought I had conquered my battle with this night phase of mine, crying myself to sleep. I do this occasionally every night, it has become a routine. From age ten to adulthood, I still struggled with my own self worth, I let the most harshest words haunt me at work in the boutique or what other clients have indicated about my creations.

"You know now", I softly said to no one in particular.

My younger sister, Sweetie Belle, is already asleep peacefully in her own bedroom. She is snoring away without a care in the dream realm, possibly dreaming of her bright future of helping other ponies find their hidden, mysterious talents. I am proud of what she does for others, I certainly am. But not of myself. I do not want to intentionally be a prick to myself. But everypony, including me realizes that we're our own bully.

I am my own bully.

I get up from my laying position and levitate a small mirror towards me. I look at my reflection staring back at me as I imagine a mocking pony's face glancing and talking at me. 'You're not worth it. You're useless, incapable and foolish in what you do. Your clothes maybe a work of art, but you're not. ' At that imaginary, disturbing voice, a tear begins to fall from both eyes.

No, I can't be crying now. I look fragile', I thought. I am crying, I am. Mother and father saw crying as a form of weakness, not strength. I punch both my hooves on the quilt of my bed. "UGH!!"

I did not want to shed any more tears, but I must release these feelings somehow. I personally learned that crying is a form of emotional release. Tears out, then tears dry, relieved afterwards. However, not in my case. Tears are continuously dripping down my face, the tears aren't stopping. Why am I hurting so much?

I finally decide to lay back down on my comfortable bed, and blink about seven times before I can officially close my eyes. My eyes slowly droop closed, now I am finally going to get the time to snooze. But then, my eyes open again immediately.

This can’t be happening, for pony’s sake! Why are my eyes opening?!

Go to sleep Rarity!

There goes my thoughts going off about my inability to fall into a slumber. I face hoof to no pony around me, it is only me in my own bedroom. I want to drift off into dreamland, alas I can’t. I started to suffer from slight insomnia by the time I hit my teen years, and now insomnia has drifted into marehood. I lay back down for the second time. This mare needs her beauty sleep and I do not desire to have dark circles tomorrow morning.

I repeat the same pre-sleep routine again, by blinking my eyes multiple times once more. I finally close my eyes firmly, take several deep breaths as I let my hooves relax. I fall asleep right away, as the tears continue to drip slowly down my sadly depressing sleeping face.

Time to cry myself into dreamland.

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A full moon shines brightly in the night sky above Canterlot Castle. Princess Celestia has turned herself in for the night, with her younger sister’s turn to take over. Luna is on the west tower’s balcony, reading over her checklist for her nightly duties. Her eyes wander side to side, as she reads the tasks one by one, Luna’s eyes widen at task that she had not written down herself. The task, which is shown to be the fourth and last task on her list, states that she must learn empathy in the dream realm.

’What on earth?’ her thoughts mention, as she widens her eyes again.

“Learn the meaning of empathy. Tia randomly wrote this task on my checklist, how sneaky of her”, Princess Luna says to herself. Turns out, before her older sister turned for the night, Celestia had wrote that task without her knowing. Luna wanted to scowl, but she smirks instead.

“Besides smiling and being adored all the time, Celestia sure loves to cause minor mischief at such a time”. Luna chuckles.

Time to get down to business. Luna puts on a determined, confident face towards the landscape in front of her. Her horn begins to glow, as the entire site of the castle’s balcony fades out of the background. Sudden presence of dream orbs surround her as she cautiously looks for some pony's dream's to empathize with. As the Princess of the Night shakes her head at the other positive dream orbs falling down by her, she notices Rarity's dream orb.

Rarity's dream orb visualizes a white unicorn crying, with her head down on a midnight blue table. With her various fashion creations facing towards a faint looking wall.

'Is that Rarity?' Princess Luna wonders. She gently uses her magic to levitate the orb towards her. Once she levitates the dream orb close enough towards herself, she catches it with two hooves. Luna gently holds the orb as she observes Rarity's every action.

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Where am I? Am I asleep or am I dreaming?

I walk towards a mirror that looked out of place. The mirror appears to be vintage, with extravagant designs carved within its gold frame. My eyes widen at the mirror - that - didn't - belong, this is the mirror of prediction. A piece of furniture with the power to predict your worst or most rewarding results of your reality. This mirror belonged in the dream realm.

I bite my skin gently to make sure I wasn't asleep. "Yow!" I am sleeping, at the same time dreaming. I developed a dream of torture, of verbal torture. In the mirror, a dark shadow of a pony slowly walks towards me from the other side of the glass. My eyes move back and forth in fright. The dark shadow is faceless, with "useless" labeled on its entire body.

I gasp at the pony shadow standing on the other side. Then a voice harshly begins to utter. "Useless". At hearing the word, I fall down on all four hooves and cry harder.

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