I awoke
Once, I remember awakening, the feeling of wake, light springing to colour, shapes, objects then vision, a lush green and brown had me surrounded in a dark bed of shade with the light shinning through my leaf-top blinds.
I wandered, wandered further, wandered what I could only assume was deeper.
Before I found another object, but this object moved in a flurry and skip, batting from tree to tree and talking yet I could not understand. I screamed aloud, hoping for help. It had claws, a sharp mouth and what did I have?
Four legs.
My scream did not disturb it, it simply continued its horrific cackle, I was afraid, I hid. Then it stopped; was I dead, did my screams scare it, or did it take mercy upon this being just welcomed into the world.
Water...I could hear a dripping sound, I looked up to see four dark arms stretched before me, dark as tar entered into the bird before me, dirtying it with red. It slept.
I turned around looking for my saviour though found only growth and shadow but I took no note, the world was new, and assuming the mass of interwoven green topped wood was not all of it.
It was large.
I had calmed, so I returned my gaze to see if the being was still asleep; it was.
So I decided I would turn tail, until I had a protector it would be foolish to delve further, who knew what the mass of trees held. I made an assumption, no protector with something to guard will be on the shallows of the wood, so I must venture there, in order to find one not contracted.
I got bored of my surroundings so decided to look down, see what it was under my hooves that seemed to cushion my step but all I found was more brown, a different brown but still brown. Wait, what was that, as I stepped a mist of brown was kicked up, a different brown but this was very different, it was light and swirling, changing. I made it; it,this was my work. I made beauty. Something I made, made me happy.
I was happy.
So happy, I danced around against the floor and more clouds flew up, causing me more and more joy.
Eventually I grew disinterested. Tired of the ground that lay below me, it's magic worn and disenchanting. My arms where a bright colour, though not at the same time, they matched that of the clouds I saw about through the foliage. My forelegs was bound in a dark colour, stark contrast to my legs, but this served only to make my legs colour stand firmer. When I move my head around I feel something brush me, though I can't see it, maybe some time in the future my curiosity will be nourished, rewarded.
No! The brown below was touching against my hooves, dirtying them with tainted colours, relieving them of purity, I ran, surely the less time I touch the floor the less dirt will mass on my hooves.
The colours are getting brighter here, this place must be purer, clean even.
I keep running,hoping my gamble be paid off.
It did, I was hit with such wonder, but it hurt. I attempted to avert my gaze, but I couldn't bring myself to look away. An orb hung low in the sky, everything it touched was immersed in such light, it caused somethings to shine dazzling, others simply took a lighter shade, I looked down, my legs where so clean. They glowed from the beams striking them, but my bindings did not. Par from the golden object either side near the end of my sleeve, it glistened, it matched the orb, doing the same job.
"I love you".
I could hear the words clearly in my mind. A relaxing tone, soothing my ills with the world, sending me into a state of calm and lax.
How did that bird sleep, I have been trying for a while, the orb vanished behind the edge, but not before leaving a brilliant colour onto the clouds, filled with energy and life, yet ushering a spirit of cool dashed with hope in the knowledge the orb would be more than happy to greet me at a later date with another show of its celestial light.
Damn sleeping is hard, I'm assuming it's because I am not tired, tired things sleep and I'm not tired, makes sense. But I am bored isn't that enough? Things with nothing to do sleep, don't they, that's why tiredness exists, it comes when you have done everything you have to do.
That's the problem. I must have something I need to do but what.
I spent an age debating that question, yet nothing; nothing came up and I had nothing I wanted nor needed to do.