2:18. Rain poured down onto the grass, asphalt, and gravel. Anon stared out the window. It was one of those sleepless nights, where the sandman didn’t care to visit Anon or answer his calls.
Anon watched the raindrops race down his window pane. He observed the raindrops split and merge and fall all the way to the bottom. Drop after drop made the plunge.
A sudden thunder roared in the distance. As it erupted, it interrupted Anon’s thoughts. Or, lack thereof. He stirred in bed. For a moment, he forgot which world he was in. At this point, Earth and Equestria had become intertwined. He would see Pegasi over the Chesapeake Bay and automobiles in Manehattan.
Blinking a few times, he discovered he was in fact he was in his dorm. It wasn’t like it was his sight that told him though. It was more so that he just grew aware. The only light in the room was the streetlights out the window.
Anon went to stretch his arms over his head. His right arm rubbed against the window, as he was pressed against the bedside window. His left arm, however, was weighed down. Perplexed, he casted a glance at his immobilized arm.
A pink, fluffy haired mare had a pretty tight grip around it. Like a teddy bear, she had her forelegs wrapped around Anon’s arm. She breathed slowly, clearly in the thralls of REM sleep. Anon could even see the twitching under her eyelids.
Anon reached his right hand to her stroke her mane. With his index and thumb, he lightly pinched and rubbed the bubblegum hairs. Anon could feel the prehensile hairs wrap along his fingers, like a boa constrictor wrapping prey. One of the mare’s many mysteries. He slowly pulled his finger away, the hair unwrapping in submission.
Another thunderous roar, another empty train of thought derailed. Anon rubbed his eyes of fatigue and laid back against the window. Passively, he used his left hand to rub the mare’s stomach. The fur, the warmth, the sense of being underneath gave him a tiny sliver of a smile.
He continued to trace the paths of the raindrops through the night.