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// Mixed POV Thoughts 
// Story: My Little Dashie: In Between The Gaps 
// by voidless 
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Well I have a rather terrible idea! I'll stick with the main characters POV until he goes to work. Switching it to Dashie's, and then back to the characters! This hopefully will make my stories longer. So far I've made each chapter over 1,000 words. If you're lucky they will be over 2,000 occasionally. Hope you enjoy!

I woke up with Dashie in my arms. She hurt herself pretty badly recently. She now had a bruise just under a part of her mane from running head first into the door. She told me that she was scared before she passed out. I turned on the TV while I was wracking my brain for what could have scared her to the point of her hurting herself.

I noticed the channel that was on was the Horror channel. I know what happened now. I scratched her mane and watched her smile in her sleep. I set her down on her chair and covered her in a blanket. It was 12:00 A.M. now. I have to go to sleep now. I sat down on the couch after changing the channel to racing before turning it off. I set my head down on the pillow and hear Dashie squirm in her sleep.

"No…no" I hear Dashie say. I turn over and see her moving around.

"Ah!" I hear her say.

I stand and pick her up, scratching her head as I did. She calmed down after I set her down on the couch next to me. I lay me head down next to her and go to sleep.

I wake up to Dashie's snoring. The alarm followed it. Dashie was unfortunately a heavy sleeper. So I commonly had to do the sad work of waking her up from her peaceful state. I pick her up and feel a twitching wing hit me in the side. I set her down at her chair as she wakes up slowly.

I only had some carrots for her, but she ate them happily. After Dashie ate and put her plate up I set her on her chair and turned on the TV. She at first closed her eyes but opened them to the sound of motors. She moved closer to the TV and sat down. I had to leave for work soon. I made sure to give the hug she always asked for when I left.

"Goodbye Daddy" she says to me.

"Bye Dashie" I say to her. Opening the door and walking my way to work.

Dashie's POV

I watched the cars move past each other for an hour after Daddy left. I see the light blue car beat all of the other ones. YES! That's the one I was rooting for! I decide to turn off the TV and open the door to the backyard. The outside was nice, but sometimes I wished that I could explore outside the boundaries of the backyard. Exploring was something that I loved to do, especially in new areas.

I checked around the fence noticing a small hole that I have never seen before. I notice that it's big enough for me to squeeze through. I go headfirst and manage to crawl my way under the fence. I look around and see the front of the house for the very first time in my life. When Daddy brought me here I was wrapped up in his jacket. Even though I was alone I still made sure I was careful not be seen. Daddy told me a week ago that I had to make sure no one saw me or they'd take me away. I checked around the broken sidewalk.

Even with my normal way of seeing things colorfully…something just wasn't filled with life here. It was as if all emotion was taken away. I think it looks like it's dead. It almost made me want to cry. I went back to the hole so I could get to the backyard. I try squeezing my head through but couldn't seem to fit.

"Uh-oh" I say to myself. The hole was larger on the other side. So I could slither through. But over here the hole isn't large enough.

That means I'm stuck here. I quickly run up to the door and jump to the knob. I grabbed the knob but it didn't turn. I sadly realize that he locked it. I sit down behind a plant that was next to the door and lie down. My leg hurts from when I crawled through the hole. I close my eyes and try to relax. I fell asleep before I knew it.

"Dashie? What are you doing out here" I hear someone say.

I moved a little bit but didn't open my eyes. I then feel myself being hoisted into the air by my daddy. I'm so tired I still don't open my eyes though. I just roll over and put my head on his arm. I feel my chair under me and my blanket on top of me. I move into a more comfortable position and go to sleep again.

I feel myself being picked up again a while later. I hear my Daddy telling me that its bath time. I really wish I could've stayed asleep and keep dreaming. I was having the greatest dream. I was flying higher than the clouds and Daddy was with me. I feel the dry cold tub underneath me and open my eyes sleepily. My nose feels weird though. It almost feels like it itches; only I'm having trouble breathing through it. I also sneeze right afterwards. I notice Daddy puts a hand to my forehead.

I see him get some small glass tube with red stuff in it. Daddy tells me to open my mouth and I do. He places the tube under my mouth. He takes it out a minute later. I open my eyes and see the red liquid has risen over the 100 mark. I wonder what that means. Daddy takes me out of the bath and puts me on my couch. He says I'm sick. He also asked me if I feel okay. I told him yes weakly.

Daddy smiles at me and covers me up with my blanket. I lie down on my pillow and close my eyes. I just wish I could fall asleep only breathing through my mouth. I can't. Normally I breathe through my nose, so it was really tough for me to breath. I stand up and look at the clock. Daddy recently taught me to tell time on a clock. 2:34 it said.

I see the small item daddy uses to take pictures of us. I go over to the kitchen and jump on the counter. I use my hoof to turn on the cold water. I place my head under the water flow. The cool liquid feels good as it passes over my head.

I slid in and land in the sink. I turn off the tap and use the wash cloth daddy was going to use for my bath to dry myself off. I jump off the counter and go over to my chair. I didn't want to turn on the TV and wake Daddy. I thought of one of the first things he asked me when he brought me home. Where did you come from? That thought made me think, where did I come from?

I've never bothered to think about it. I've never asked Daddy about it either. Was there someone out there who had originally cared for me crying? Wondering where I went. No. Daddy said he found me on the street in a box. I couldn't have been lost. But that thought only made me sadder. Why did they want to get rid of me? Did I do something?

Daddy said he was happy when he found me. I didn't want to think of it anymore. I jumped onto the couch and fell asleep next to daddy. I blinked away a tear before I fell asleep.