Summary:
Pinkie Pie jumps out of a window
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Defenestrate.
It’s such a funny word, like picklebarrel and kumquat. It sounds like deafen and straight put together, but it doesn’t have anything to do with not hearing stuff or not being bent.
I touch my bedroom window, not quite pushing it open.
Windows are funny things, too, especially the ones made of clear glass. You can see through them, so you think there’s nothing separating you from the other side. That is, until you walk into it and then shatter the glass.
I look down at my hoof now covered in blood and bits of my window. Each glass shard reflects an image of my smiling face.
They say the grass greener on the other side, but beyond my broken window, all I see is Ponyville and a small piece of heaven.
I’ve always wanted to fly. Well I’ve flown before using balloons and the candy-copter I made for my undergrad thesis, but that’s different. I want to know how it feels to leap into the air and soar using just my body. No balloons. No silly contraptions.
I want to know how it feels to have nothing holding me down, not even gravity.
Even for just one brief moment...
I look out of my window again. The blue sky taunts me with its blueness.
Defenestrate means to throw something out of a window. But if the thing you throw out is yourself, does it still count?
Let’s find out.