"Celestia? What do we have to do to ensure his safety?"
"Ah!" A short, sharp yell escaped my lips as my healed vocal chords exerted themselves. I panted heavily in the dim lit room. I rushed to look at my hands, making sure I'm in one piece. "Thank god..."
First nightmare in the waking world and I can't quite make out a single thing from it. From dealing cards to dogs at a poker table to... to... What exactly happened again?" I looked to my right, looking at the closed curtains as the sun hit them from the other side. Slowly making my way out of bed, I stand and open the curtains to a mid-morning gaze into the small town. I took a deep sigh as I thought, Does anybody else have nightmares here? Everyone seems so happy and can't be disturbed by any inner thoughts.
A couple rushed footsteps were heard before a slam of a door, my door, echoed through the room, causing me to jump a bit.
"David! What's wrong? Are you hurt?!" Twilight exclaimed. She took a bit before averting her eyes from my boxers. "Can't you wear something more to bed at least?"
Wow... It took her less than 3 seconds to not care if I was hurt anymore.
I wore only black boxer briefs and didn't mind being indecent. After all, it is the normal human body, right? "Well, what good of a host are you if you don't follow your own knocking rule?" I chuckled as I walked over to the dresser across the bed to grab a pair of gym shorts. After slipping them on, I sit back down on the bed and continue to look out the window. "Besides, I get a bit hot while I sleep."
She took a deep breath before speaking in an uneven voice. "Well, I suspected you were injured since you screamed."
"I didn't scream."
"You didn't? Then who did?" She sounded confused so i thought I'd answer her with a bit of sass.
"I yelled. See, a scream is what a woman does when she's distraught. Yelling is when a man-"
"I get it." I turned to her to see her in some space themed pjs. A simple long sleeve shirt and pants and flip flops. She had her glasses on, but it didn't hide her 'tired of your shit' face.
"I've been here for half a day and you're already used to me?" I stood up and started to stretch. "Actually, don't answer that. That was rhetorical. I can already tell you've listed a couple points in your head to prove that."
"Now who knows the other best?" She countered as I heard her walking away.
"Touché." I simply stated before taking a minute to recollect my thoughts on my nightmare. Well, I had to have been spooked by something really stressful if I woke up like that. I just... I can't remember now. I guess Twilight distracted me out of remembering the dream. I sighed before standing back up to grab a shirt out of the same dresser, but in a different drawer.
Shortly after, I walked slowly down the steps on semi-wobbly legs. I was healing fast, but not fast enough to take the slight pain away from my stomach. I can't argue though, I'm just glad to be alive and kicking. ...metaphorically.
The smell of syrup flooded the air, making my mouth water. I had eaten last night before bed but it wasn't a good meal. "Look out chef, here comes David." I state as I walk in the kitchen door to see perfectly dressed Twilight in an apron and a a mimic of what she wore yesterday, just a blue button up shirt and black jeans. "Wow... You dressed fast."
"Uh, best to get ready fast than to have others waiting, I guess." Chuckling nervously, she swung two pancakes on a plate and handed it out to me without looking at me. I guess she was more focused on making pancakes than coming up with a better reason.
I took the pancakes and sat down at the table. Added a healthy dose, or three, of syrup on top and dug in. "Wow, thith isth prethy gooth, Twi."
"You know better to not talk with your mouth full." She simply stated as she flipped a pancake onto another plate and turned the off and set the skillet on a cool side of the stove. She took a seat on the other side of the table as I swallowed and noticed someone missing.
"Where's Spike? Isn't he gonna eat?"
"He's out doing something with the Cutie Mark Crusaders."
"The Cutie Moody Crusoodies?" I purposely butchered the name as she took a bite, making her cover her mouth to keep the bite in.
As soon as she swallowed, she corrected, "The Cutie Mark Crusaders. They're three local kids trying their hardest to find out what their special talent."
"Why are they called Crusaders? And what exactly is a Cutie Mark?"
"A cutie mark is something that appears when they find out what their special talent is. Since mine is magic," she stood and started unbuckling her jeans.
"Hey! Whoa! i just want to eat my pancakes and get a simple explanation." I blocked my vision with a hand to block her rear from my eyes.
"Well if you don't want to see the mark, it's a 6 pointed pink star with a couple white ones around it." She stated in a deadpanned face, that was removed when she thought about something and came to the conclusion in her head. We went back to eating calmly after she pulled her pants back up.
"Do these kids know what an actual crusader even is?"
"No, at least i hope not."
It didn't take long before we finished. Once done, she levitated the plates to the dishes and let her magic clean away. "thanks again, Twilight. I need a good meal." I walked out of the kitchen once I heard a 'Thank you' and went to go sit on the couch. I leaned back and yawned. Perhaps I leaned too far back as my eyes started to drift away.
"I don't think so, mister. We have people coming over to say hi to you." Twilight sat next to me, making me feel the light bounce from the cushion over.
"C'mon, Mom. I just want a couple more minutes of sleep." I joked while letting my torso lean over the arm rest to put some effort into laying down horizontally.
"Call me mom again and you'll have to stay at Applejack's house where the only way you'll 'heal faster' is to put you out to work your fingers to the bone."
I sat up as fast i did this morning, wide awake and quickly replying, "Yes, ma'am."