His face was warm, the stream of sunlight through the nearby window that had been over his body for the past few minutes, broke him from his dreamless sleep. When he finally had the mental awareness to open his eyes they were greeted by the suns unyeilding brightness, forcing them shut just as fast. Urging him to turn away from the uncomfortable light.
After laying for a few moments with thoughts of the day to come, he finally decided to get out of bed, take a shower, and get ready to go out. On the way over to the bathroom he closed the curtain to bloke the morings brightness. His eyes were stinging from its intensity and he needed it to be dark again. Dark, with only just enough light to prevent him from tripping over everything in front of him. Darkness appealed to him.
The shower was warm and relaxing. Giving him a nice moment of peace to truly wake up before a day of harsh reality. After the shower and the breef moment of peace was at an end, he shook himself dry, grabed some bits, and was out the door. Headed for the local cafe' to grab some coffee and little breakfeast. Same as always.
The walk from his apartment to the cafe' wasnt far, and always aloud him a few quiet minutes to think and plan for the day. Or just a little time to himself. It isnt to hard since not a lot of ponys live on this side of town anyway so he dosnt see many others.
"Something seems a little different today?" Bright Cloud said quietly to himself, unaware that he had even said it aloud at all.
He stoped suddenly to look around. There were no other ponys around at the moment to see this quiet, black coated, and grey maned pegasis talk to himself, as usual, but that didnt take away the felling of something being different. Everything seemed normal. No other ponys, bright saturday morning, quiet streets, headed for the cafe'. He check the list off in his head on at a time over and over but couldnt find anything out of place.
"Its nothing, just keep walking and continue on with the day". The commanding voice ordered. And as always he obeyed and just continued toward his destination. But the feeling would not go away.
Not talking to many other ponies lead Bright Cloud to manly only having talks with himself. Or, really the two pieces of himself, "Logic" and "Hope" as he calls them. The two voices in his head that tell him how to make the decitions of everyday life. Logic gives him the straight forward, blunt, and most "normal" answer to all situations. Hope gives him the most fun, posative, and kind answer as possible. It gives him hope. Logic seems to have the most power over him and is who Bright Cloud often listens to. Even though Hope would is the most related to his own personality, Logic is often the one who controls everything. The one who makes all the decitions.
"Some times i wonder if i really am insane". He said aloud.
Once again he stops. A sort of odd look appears on his dark face, the kind of look a foal would give if they had gotten lost and are now confused and afraid. His eyes zip back and forth in all directions as he searches through his mind on how to really approch the statement he had given himself. He puts his hooves over his face trying get a clear sence of thought. Looking for an answer. And nearly begins to panic until Hope soon jumps in with tender words of relief. Assuring him that it will be ok, and to just move on. To keep going. With that said he soon clams down and continues his walk.
Because of these two halves of his mind Bright Cloud is very confused. Always unsure of were to turn or what to do. His mind in a constant battle is what keeps him to himself. The constant bombardment of thought and possibilitys makes it difficult to speak to others. Makes it near impossable for him to comprehend on what to say. His feelings and thoughts become scrambled and misplaced. Lost and soon forgotton. And his firm belief that no pony could understand these feelings, that no pony would be able to understand HIM, only adds to this problem. So, he discusses all situations, problems, and events with himself in comfort and privacy of his mind. Leaving it all up to Logic and Hope to get him through the day. (But by the time the dicision is made beyween the three, the conversation that was never there soon ends.)
"Maby you'll meet some new pony today"? Hope said to him in what he imagined would be a cheery, understanding voice.
The idea was strange but the thought was pleasent. He generally sees the same ponies there every day. The brown colored cashier, a light blue coated unicorn, a white mare with a purple mane who he thinks runs the Carousel Boutique and often sits with the yellow coated mare with a pink mane. (They must be friends he thought). And finally, the purple pony with the violet stripe through her mane who he remembered the cashier calling Twilight. He also remembered that she always carried a book or two and was almost always doing nothing but reading. Every once in a while a new pony would come in for a coffee or snack, but those are the ones he remembers being there the most. So it might be nice to actually see a new pony. Maby he'll even say hi he thought. But Logic soon shows up to remind him that he will most likely zone out and just stare through the window at nothing and miss noticing anypony that walks in.
With that harsh reminder now in full motion, he shoves the previous thought aside and just continues on with his walk. Thinking about the things he sees everyday. Loveing the feeling of repitition. (He dosnt care to much for change). And awaits the feeling of the hot bitter liquid to hit his lips. To get done with todays errands and head back home. To complete another day in the town of ponyville. Another "not" so normal day.