I bolted awake from my dream and fell of the couch, hitting my head in the process. I laid on the ground clutching my head and moaning. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed an ice pack and placed it on my head. That really hurt.
Once the pain subdued a bit, I sighed and realized how disappointed I was in myself for falling asleep mid day. I hate wasting my day. I walked very slowly into my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like an absolute wreck. I turned on the cold water and splashed some on my face. I need something to distract me. I need to get up and DO something. I figured I hadn't been out of the house in awhile, other than to buy groceries. "I should take a nice, long walk." I thought to myself.
The idea actually excited me. The opportunity to go out and actually do something was very appealing. I walked up to my bathroom, pulled out a brush and brushed my mane. I was excited. I actually was. Something as simple as going outside my home made me excited. It was sad, really, but I really didn't care. I needed something to lift me up out of this hole I've been in, and if taking a walk does it, that is fine by me.
Once I finished prepping myself to leave, I walked up to my door, and opened it. The air hit my face like a brick wall: slamming me with a mass that was fresh, live, and free. I teetered out of my doorway, as if setting hoof on a distant land for the first time. At this point, my front porch IS a distant land. I slowly trotted through the streets, watching the world unfolding in front of me. Fillies were playing, stalls were running, pegasi were zipping through the air. It was all so strange, so alien, so wonderful. I looked around to see everypony living. They were able to live life. Their worlds are still tuning, their lives still running. It was so refreshing, a small smile came to my face. That smile then turned larger, until I had a foolish grin plastered all over my face. I let out a small chuckle in spite of myself, and kept walking. Then, while in my trance of bliss, I foolishly ran head into somepony head on. We both fell backwards, and I, myself let out a moan of pain. That really hurt...
As I got up, I rubbed my head, and observed the absolute mess I made. Papers had scattered all over the ground. I started to pick them up one by one to assist the colt I just body-checked. I gathered some of the papers, and then looked up to hand them back to him.
To call this colt handsome was an absolute understatement. He was downright dashing. He had a light brown coat, accompanied by a darker brown mane and tail. His cutie mark was that of an hourglass, and he was wearing a necktie.
“I am so sorry!” I said apologetically. Then, in a thick British accent, he replied:
“Its alright. I should’ve been watching where I was going.”
I continued to assist him in picking up his papers, which I gave to him, and were then placed in his saddlebag. Once all of his papers were in order, I spoke, and said,
“My name is Octavia, sir. May I ask for yours?” He then replied,
“I’m the Doctor.”
“The Doctor? Doctor who?
“Just the Doctor!” he replied with a smile. I chuckled at his remark.
“If I may ask, ‘Doctor,’ where are you off to in such a rush?” I ask. He then replied,
“I was on my way to Ponyville hospital to drop off some legal papers for some of the staff. Apparently, there have been reports of one of the staff firmly believing that she is a dog. I have been asked to deliver a message to the main medical advisor of the hospital recommending her admittance to the local mental institution. Quite sad, really.”
“My goodness! That is… awful?” I reply, not quite sure how to respond.
“It is.” He says plainly.
“Well Doctor,” I say, “I should let you on your way. It obviously sounds like you have some very important business to attend to.”
“Not necessarily.” He says. “I’m in no rush to go anywhere. These just need to be delivered by the end of the day; I have some time to kill. Would you like to…” he says with a small stutter.
“Would I like to what?” I say with a small sarcastic grin.
“W-Would you like to go to Sugar Cube Corner for a cup of coffee?”
I pondered his request for a moment, and them said,
“I’d love a quick cup of coffee.”
“OK then! Allons-y!” he said triumphantly. What a peculiar colt.