Good day, whoever it's the one that's reading this. By some unknown reason, I've ended up here and, to be completely honest, I don't think I'd like to waste your time at explaining such an insignificant, and also irrelevant, detail like all the factors that have weighed in to take me where I am now.
My name is Matt. To say the truth, my name isn't too important either, but I've been told that I need to tell readers about myself before starting to narrate a story, and that's what I'll do: I'm of average height and I limp a little. Yes, I know you have little to no information to work with, but believe me, it'll be more than enough: after all, I'm not here to talk about me, so I might just fast-forward to the important parts right away.
Around 3 weeks ago, I was hit a fever that hasn't really gone away yet. It's one of those fevers that come with bonus hallucinations, which are actually pretty common for me. Due to the fact that it's all normal, I had decided to work in a log of my visions. I mean, I've done it before: that's from where I get some of the ideas in my drawings. I can imagine that none of you are truly interested in reading some of those ramblings, so I took the time to fancy up some of those entries: the ones pertaining to pony-related visions. Eeyup, pony visions. They aren't as great as you would imagine, however.
Well, I guess I'd have to go from the start of all of this, so I'll try to make it fast...
It happened at night, it was around 11 PM and I was sweating like nobody's business. I knew very well that I had caught a fever and the only thing I wanted was to rest at least a bit. My eyes were glued to the ceiling as my mind was stuck on the fact that it seemed like there was no sleep scheduled for that one night. My sight ran across the ceiling before bumping against the moon behind the window glass. When my eyes finally could focus on it, I realized that it was approaching with a troubling speed. Baffled by the sight, my eyes ran back towards a random point on the ceiling, only to find it maybe two times closer to me than it should be. For some strange reason, I didn't even try to close my eyes to shield my mind from the insanity, because I can clearly remember that the ceiling did nothing but to zoom over me as my breathing started to become increasingly agitated, and increasingly obstructed as well.
As if I had asked for one, I felt a sneeze approaching. My mind was still parted about if it was good or not, but it seemed inevitable and a part of me felt like there was no way out:
I'll leave out unnecessary details, so I'll just say that the sneeze forced my eyes shut and I did my best to keep them that way. And then, in root of pure dumb luck (keyword being dumb) I managed to keep my eyes out of that awful stuff that always happens whenever I get sick.
I heard the door open but brushed it off as just another figment of my mind. A distant chuckle could be made out between deafening noises that I must say that came out of nowhere. Weirded out by the situation, I was about to jump out of bed as see what was happening but at the same time, the door closed with a crash and the noise was gone, leaving nothing behind but an almost silent sound of hooves against a hard surface.
I don't remember anything else from that night, but I guess nothing else happened, so let's just say that I managed to fall asleep after those events, even when considering the asphyxiating conditions of my respiration system.