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// Story #27 
// Story: THIS IS A STORY 
// by _NAME_ 
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The stallion woke up from his sleep with a grunt.

He sat up and looked around the room for whatever had woken him, but there was nothing but the soft whirring of his fan.

With a sigh, he lay back down and tried to fall asleep again, but only tossed and turned, unable to find any sleep, for whatever reason.

Grumbling under his breath, he sat up again and flicked on the lamp on the table beside him.

Kicking the covers off, he got up and wandered out into the hallway, hoping that a midnight snack would calm down his mind.

He stumbled around in the near darkness, nearly walking into the small table in the hall, before he made it out into his living room, where he discovered that all of his furniture was on the ceiling instead of the floor.

Blinking in surprise, the stallion wandered out into the middle of his now empty living room floor, gazing in wonder at the furniture suspended above him.

His horn flared to life, wrapping the sofa in his magical aura as he tried to yank it down from the ceiling, but it did not budge.

Then, there was a knock from his front door.

Cautiously, he walked over to the door and opened it, revealing a very large, very particularly angry-looking light bulb staring at him.

And then the stallion woke up from his dream.