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// Chapter 2 
// Story: My Immortal 
// by Twitch the Fox 
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At that moment I bolted awake in my bed. I was breathing heavy and was dripping with sweat. I guess I had that dream again. That dream that never leaves me alone. That dream that drives me to the brink of madness. That dream where Vinyl is still alive. I hate that dream. It keeps me wanting her back, and stops me from progressing. Ever since she died, I have not been the same pony. I used to be cheery and happy. Now, I have become very one-dimensional. A walking puppet, it seems. Even though Vinyl died a year ago, I find it hard to let go. I loved her, and then she was suddenly taken away. Ah well. I try not to think about these things. Dreaming and wishing won't make the situation any better for me.
I threw my face into my hooves and moaned. I took a look at my alarm clock that was beeping loudly. It read 7:00. Time for me to get up. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and hit the alarm clock off. I got out of bed, straightened my nightgown, and walked over to the window to throw open the blinds. When the sun hit my face I winced a bit, then once my eyes adjusted to the light, I observed the day. It was a very bright, sunny and cheery day. Dawn always was one of my favorite times. Everything was just starting to be set in motion for the day ahead of us. Some birds were flying around, and a few ponies wandered the streets setting up their stands and vendor stalls to get ready for the day's business. This was quite contrary to what Vinyl liked. She enjoyed the nightlife. She would stay up all night and have fun. She would wake up at sometimes 1 in the afternoon, some behavior I personally frowned upon, but decided to let her get her rest.
I took a deep sigh, and wandered away from the window. I stepped into my bathroom and looked at myself. My mane was an absolute mess, and my eyes looked like I hadn't slept in days. That's sure what it felt like, anyways. Although I get into bed at 10:30 at the latest, I can never seem to fall asleep until approximately three or four in the morning. I don't know for sure what time it is, I get too afraid to look at the clock, fearing what message it may toll. I don't try to stay awake to such an hour; I just toss and turn, while memories of days past flood my train of thought. Memories of Vinyl.
I sighed, and picked up my brush and ran it through my mane. In a few moments, I was looking spick and span, and I wandered to my closet. I removed my night gown, and reached for my signature collar and bow tie. I returned to the bathroom mirror to put them on. It seemed funny to me, I have worn this bow tie almost every day for who knows how long, yet I can never seem to tie it without needing to look in a mirror. After finishing with my tie, I proceeded to put some tooth paste of a brush and went to clean my teeth. But before I was able to do so, I noticed the color of my tooth paste. Bright, neon blue. Just like Vinyl's mane was. I felt my lip start to quiver and my eyes start to water. I closed my eyes, and I brushed my teeth, trying to shut out these foolish thoughts. Wanting and wishing has never helped me in the past, what would it do for me now?
After finishing in the bathroom, I went downstairs to get myself a bite to eat. I popped two slices of bread into the toaster, and began to brew a fresh pot of coffee. I sifted through my overhead cabinets and found my favorite kind: Canterlot Fields Light Morning Roast. With a touch of almond. I measured the appropriate amount, and poured it into the coffee maker with a pot of water. At that moment my toast finished cooking. I grabbed a plate, but the bread on it, and lightly buttered them. While I eat my meals, since I am alone, I enjoy putting on some light back ground music. I skimmed through my record collection (all classical of course) to find something I was in the mood for. I came across a piece I have not heard in awhile, took the record out of the sleeve and placed it on the player. 
I sat down with my coffee and toast and let the music sooth me. I listened to the strings play their harmonies, and listed to the chords progress, as I gently sipped my coffee. The music was just so pure, so happy. This truly was one of the only places I can escape the trauma that I have been suffering through for so long. A small smile came to my face as I closed my eyes and listened.