Tank sat at home, watching the second hoof on the clock do loop-dee-loops in regular motion. For anyone else, it would've been slow motion, but for him, it was just regular motion. One, two, three...some other numbers...one again...it went 'round and 'round, but it didn't go anywhere.
He didn't go anywhere, either. He didn't want to. He wanted to stay at home and drink water and chew on his cloud and watch the second hoof do loop-dee-loops in slow motion. You didn't have to go anywhere or do anything to have fun. This was fun. This was having a good time.
He sauntered over to the bed. Reaching up, he slowly chewed on the pillow. It tasted like rainbows. It didn't taste like Opal. He wasn't really sure what Opal tasted like, but he bet it was nasty and bitter. Just for fun, he pulled all of himself inside his shell and poked the tippety-tip of his head out. Now Opal couldn't get him, if she were here. She wasn't, though. So it was just for fun.
Tank let go of the pillow that tasted like rainbows and nudged it over to the middle of the bed where the blue pony liked it. The blue pony was gone right now. That's why he was home alone. If he'd been somewhere else, he thought, he could have been somewhere else alone. But when the blue pony left and he was home, then he was home alone. Alone and all by himself without Opal or anypony.
Tank turned around and ambled back to the clock. A smile began to turn up the corners of his face, a little at a time. This was a good thing, he realized, a little at a time just like his smile. This is a great time to be.
Tank sat at home, watching the second hoof on the clock do loop-dee-loops in regular motion. For anyone else, it would've been slow motion, but for him, it was just regular motion. One, two, three...some other numbers...one again...it went 'round and 'round, but it didn't go anywhere.