September 29, 2011
“What just happened?”
Oh damn, I must have fallen asleep at some point. You’d think I’d be awake as the sun what with all just happened, but after the long hours at work and staying up to take care of Dash, my body had other plans. I'm not sure how long I was out before I awoke, but it didn't matter; as I close my eyes, I felt something against my side. I look, and sleeping beside me is the small cyan filly; her rainbow mane and tail still, her head resting on the inside of my elbow.
I know the meme gets old, but I must say it: my heart exploded again.
With her lying there, sleeping and curled up beside me had me smiling ear to ear. The warm, gentle puffs of air from her breathing are barely heard. The hairs on her mane tickle my arm, but I held back any movement to relieve an itch. The warmth of her body against my stomach warms my already weak heart (I should tell Spike that things CAN explode twice). Though a few months isn't a long time, it's how long I have wanted a moment like this. My own little pony, a Rainbow Dash plushie to sleep with and hold tight. And now I have a real Rainbow Dash, a filly, sleeping at my side; content as though she's known me since birth.
Right now, there is nothing else that mattered to me. My despair, my sore feet and painful heart (and it is pain right now) all go unnoticed as nothing else came remotely close to the feeling I have right now; this joy I am experiencing at this moment as I lay awake on my couch. She is here. She is real. Right now, she is my little pony. She is... my little Dashie.