I had woken up, quite early in the morning. The room is in a delightful and quite vibrant pink hue, with a theme of two blue balloons and a yellow one. Should I complain about the decoration of the room in which I had found myself as I woke up? Why?
The pink cotton bed linen feels quite nice on my skin. Of course, my skin is covered by the same pink fur as I should have been expected. At first, everything does feel perfectly normal; despite the fact that the room is otherwise quite unrecognizable. I have never been in the room or the house ever before. Whatever kind of building this may be. I have no idea, I have not seen it before.
I fold the quilt up against the wall, before I slide out from under it. Setting my hind hooves onto the slippery, soft pink, plastic floor, finding it comfortably warm.
“Oh!” I exclaim, before I had the time to think.
“Why does this feel, as if I had been in one of these fairy-tales, from a storybook for little foals?” I ponder, as I scan the room to catch a hint of where I had found myself.
Of course the room had just been decorated, otherwise clean and blank. There is little to no hint as to where I had found myself. How typical.
Everything is pink, save the blue and yellow balloon decorations. Not even the ceiling had escaped the pink mania, of the decorating of this room. Maybe this is how and why I had been summoned.
Once I had jumped down from the bed, I stand on all four hooves on the pink plastic carpet; watching the surroundings in which I had found myself. After a moment, I fold the quilt back in place, leaving no sign of my time in the bed. Of course, it would have been very strange, had I just popped into the room in the middle of the day and wide awake.
I have the wardrobe at the foot end of the room, the bed-stand by the side of the bed and a table with two chairs; otherwise it is still empty. I trot over to the wardrobe, opening the doors to the first and second wardrobe, only slightly surprised by finding a skirt in the second wardrobe.
“Since this is my skirt, I could as well wear it; not because I need it, but just for the fun of it!” I ponder, as I pull out the skirt and slip into it.
Just as I had suspected, this skirt is clearly fitting me perfectly. Maybe this is my home, even if I had no recollection of ever being here before or even entering the building.
I close the wardrobes and scan the room. There is clearly a door, even if it is cleverly hidden under wallpaper. I trot forwards and pull the door up; looking out of the room and examine the new surroundings.
“Almost like in Fluttershy’s cottage!” I ponder, grinning at the memory of my dear friend.
I imagine the yellow Pegasus beside me, as I exit my room. Or, at least it is what would pass for my room; since I woke up in the room.
Apparently, there is just enough room for Fluttershy by my side; as I trot along the railing of the balcony outside my room to the stairs down to the bottom floor. The flight of stairs down is fairly moderate, to me, even if Fluttershy seems to have some problems negotiating the decent from the second floor, down to the floor below.
The fence is four feet high, which is just slightly more than me. Why they placed the fence there is obvious, one does not want to fall down onto the floor below. Considering that I just came from my bed room, I could have been in a hurry or sleepy.
“Why does it feel, as if the handles indicate that the once building this house have hands?” I ponder, giggling at the notion.
Of course I recall the people at the Canterlot High. The humans there has hands, so maybe the people here are like them?