//------------------------------// // Waking Up: 1 // Story: My Little Twilight // by Kentavritsa //------------------------------// . I feel weird.  Almost, as if I had been waking up from a very strange dream; but the dream persisted, and refused to let go. As I am waking up, I am clearly not in my bed; as I usually am, as I wake up. I should have been, shouldn’t I? I blink my eyes; over and over, several times. Trying to clear my head, bringing some manner of order into focus. Yet, it refuses to make sense. As I am looking around; I notice that I am lying on the top of a desk of some kind. I had had a stylus as pillow. That had not been particularly comfortable. Had it been the reason, why I had woken up. Her stylus is so large, it could have covered the floor of an entire room; in the home of any Pony my size. The mere thought causes a shiver to run the entire length down my spine. As I continue to investigate; I can see the pen going with her stylus, clearly as thick as the thigh of my hind legs. The stylus itself is a mate black, while the screen is slightly more shiny. There are several details, on the right side of the stylus, lining the screen upon which she had been drawing. The girl herself, had clearly fallen asleep; as she was drawing something that seems to resemble me, as I am looking closer. ”Twilight Sparkle” the title reads, on the top of her screen. I once more continue my investigation; finding an image of myself, in great detail. ”That does look, exactly like me!” I ponder, with a distinct yelp. Apparently, she had just finished drawing me, as she had fallen asleep; shortly thereafter, I had woken up. I guess this would explain quite a few things. Maybe not the explanation, I had been hoping for; but it is the explanation, I had just stumbled upon. As opposed to my light lavender purple complexion; hers is a light pinkish hue. Her hair is clearly a deep, warm purple. If I had not known better; I would have assumed she had tried to emulate my hairstyle, even if her hair has no natural secondary colours. ”How close, would she want to emulate my hair-colour?” I ponder, as I continue examining the girl before me. As I was looking at the image, on her stylus; I noticed that she had been drawing me, as an Alicorn. Just that she had made a few mistakes, as to the likeness of what I was looking, before I had woken up. Only now, I realize; that I clearly resemble her drawing, as opposed to what I had been looking like before. Somehow; it feels as if she had drawn me smaller, than I had been before. I am still a Pony; but the features have some vague resemblance of the Horses, living in her world. ”If I change the image, altering it; in order to get the details closer to who I am, will I change accordingly?” I ponder. After a moment of consideration, I chose to abandon this line of thought; considering, how she would react if I had changed her hair. I make the conscious choice, waiting until she wakes up; assuming, I do not fall asleep or return into the drawing first. My gaze soon wanders back to her face, while she is soundly asleep; quietly, as she is sure to be having a wonderful dream right now. After a moment, my gaze momentarily is turned down towards the wooden table-top, upon which I am standing. It is a beautiful pink cherry-wood. The wood had been polished up and lacquered; with a crystal clear, glossy lacquer to protect the beautiful wood. I am standing on the hard surface. The surface feels good, under my hooves; smooth, and no splinters. Someone had put in a great deal of effort, in polishing this wood; for her comfort, as well as the quality of the desk itself. With nothing better to do, I trot around the stylus; examining it from every possible angle, in the hopes of finding some interesting detail. ”Voice to text” I read. ”Does this suggest; I could tell the stylus to write something down, for me?” I ponder. After further examination; I realize that I could make the text look, as if the render of Twilight had been speaking to her. Maybe I should try it; hoping the stylus would pick up my words, understanding what I had said. I could not use her pen, since she clearly has it in a fairly firm grip; I don’t want to wake her up, or scare her. There is a microphone, on the head-set she is wearing. The head-set is the only microphone she has available, for me. I had to climb up, onto the stylus; it could not be helped, but I want the drawing to speak to her. Once I had reactivated the microphone, I step up to her face; speaking the words, I want to be on the image. Naturally; I had not tried to use my magic, just in case the light may wake her up. With that; I had to use my two fore-hooves, in order to operate the controls. Conveniently enough; my hooves are roughly the size of the tips of her fingers, which makes this considerably easier than it could have been. ”At least; I do not have to touch the button, while I speak!” I realize, giggling inwardly. With the microphone active, I step up to her face; preparing to speak into her microphone, as I consider exactly what I want to say. ”What if my magic could not have worked, anyway; and I wake her up, for nothing?” I ponder, as I am licking my lips. ”Hello!” I start. ”Would you like your hair to look like my mane?” I inquire. ”Could you draw me a home?” I continue my inquiry. ”Okay! Thank you!” I finish; before I am stepping back, hoping I have not woken her up. ”At least, I could say something!” I ponder. I had made an effort, not to change the image as I trotted up to her microphone; I make the effort, not to disturb the image on my way back as well. What if I gave myself a hoof-print somewhere on my body, or disturbed the text I had just written to her. Or, for her. ”Oh, this is how the text looks, on her screen?” I ponder, as I am examining how my message had come out. I had to assume, it had not made any spelling errors; that this is indeed, how the words are spelled. Now I take a few steps back, quietly; I had confirmed that my message is readable to her. I had turned the microphone of; in order to make sure it is not changed, now as it is looking as if it is what I had intended to ask her. I turn around, scanning the vicinity for what is on her desk; before I can find what looks, as if it is a good cover. I do not wish to scare her now. This Ghost Message is as far as I want to go now. It may take me a few minutes, to quietly trot over to the closest convenient cover; but I manage to get there, in time. She has not woken up, yet. <--- --- --->