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// A New Morning: 11 
// Story: The Forgotten Library 
// by Ponyess 
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To my surprise, I found a sealed envelope by the bed in the morning,  How odd, I never did get mail at the room.  In fact, I had not gotten as much as a post-card at the hospital.  Maybe the Nurse had stolen them from me.

Only now, the white envelope is clearly laying before me.  I could read my name on the envelope, aside from that, it is clearly blank.

Who was it from?  How did it get to my room?  When had it gotten there and how.  I had no idea, just an endless line of questions.  I chose to table the questions, the content would let me know, if it was of any import.  Besides, I had an idea as to where to dispose of it, once I had read it.  I have no intent to allow anyone to know of it.  Least of all the Nurse and Doctor.

At this point, I don't give Jack for the Doctor's confidentiality.  If she was to learn of it alone, it would ruin the day.  The entire stay I had remaining to me here.  She would keep me here even longer, just because of the one envelope.  I knew it, even if it had never happened, to the best of my minimal to none existent knowledge, anyway.  I don't chance it.

I want home and out of here.  I don't stay an instant longer than I have to.  Sadly, I still had to stay here for a few more days, as they had told me.  They just never gave me a good reason.  Keeps up the vague nonsense story about uncertainly and observation.

Maybe I could ask Luna to take me out of here and away from the grip of their filthy claws?  I just have to make sure they can never shut the doors to the path to her.  Maybe I could use an ink pen and write the line that invoked her.  Would it work, if I repeated the line outside of the library?  I never tried, maybe I should.

I know next to nothing about the world outside the hospital in which I feel trapped and imprisoned at this time.  I haven't really seen the world and haven't had the time to study it at school either.  Maybe I should have paid more attention in class while I had the chance, had I known what just trashed my life as I knew it.

As little as I knew of my own world, Earth, I knew I know even less of magic and Equestria.  Where is it and what is it like that.  Who are these ponies and what are they like.  Question upon question and no answers.  I guess I could ask Luna about her world, if and when I had the chance next.

Speaking of which, I believe she visited me in my dreams this night.  I can't say for sure, but it feels as if she did.  Maybe it is merely a feeling I have, as fleeting as it may be.  I can after all recall next to nothing of the dreams I had during the night, although I am sure I have several dreams each and every night.  I recall only bare fragments of the last dream of the night, if I woke up from inside of it.  I do have these experiences from time to time.  Who doesn't?

Out of boredom, I had been desperate.  Out of hope, memories were starting to surface.  Maybe I could actually get out of this place alive and with my sanity intact.

I finally have some pony I could trust, aside from my sister who came here fairly regularly, when her schedule would permit her to be here on my visiting hours.  The one thing she is lacking, is the power to pull me out of here.  Out is the one thing I desperately need.

I had realized, my uniform is due for washing in two days.  If I don't go down with the uniform myself by the lights out on the due date, they will change the garments for me.  I had been told of it.  I haven't seen it done, mainly due to the fact that I sleep in a solitary room.  Maybe they chose it in order to isolate me.  Just as it prevented me from seeing if and when someone actually had their uniform forcibly changed?  I am still glad I have never seen it.  Even if they would do this while I sleep?

Maybe it is a good excuse for me to take a stroll down there.  I may have preferred to go to the library, but it is an official excuse to leave my room.  Something I could refer to, if and when I was asked, questioned as to why I had left my room.

I like to have fresh garments.  Though I was commonly changing the skirt each and every day.  It is the most intimate part of my uniform.  The top is still intimate, so I changed it fairly regularly.  As luck had it, I had not cared to change the boots all that often.  Maybe I had even forgotten them an entire week, without anyone questioning my forgetfulness.  I'm not sure, I haven't really bothered to ask.

The less I say to them, the better.  Even if I try to make casual comments on common everyday details, like if it is sunny, or it is raining.  Aside from anything that had bothered me. Thinking of it, it seems a pretty clever move I found convenient, lucky and comfortable.  Although I had to point out if something bothered me.  Maybe they would actually try to make the particular detail better.  Like the carrots, if they were not fresh enough, or just tasted funny to me.

Maybe funny tasting carrots doesn't sound like a very big deal.  It could be due to medication I had just taken.  Yet, it could as well be a sign of bad food.  I had been told to look out for less than fresh vegetables.  It isn't as if this was common or expected, but it is nonetheless important to be ever so watchful of it.  Strangely, when I had pointed out this one detail, they had been very happy to change the vegetables.  Even told me, I was a good little girl who told them.  I had not pondered it at the time.  Maybe I should have.

Now I had to go change my uniform.  I just couldn't for my life figure out, where the boots were.  I can't take them off, if I am not wearing them.  I just hope they wouldn't ask me, even if I signed for a partial change.  It isn't as if I changed the entire uniform on the same day all that often, thankfully.  If I had, they would notice something was off.

Oh, wait, it is time for breakfast.  I guess I am hungry, after all.  I had just heard the first sign, the girl who pulls the cart from room to room with the meals.  It is the sound of wheels and the door opening and closing in orderly fashion, one room, then the next.

There goes, my door opened up and the cart slides in.  I guess I don't mind.  I could see the vegetables and the juice. She had bread and serials, milk and the lot.  I had never cared to name each and every detail she carried with her.

“Morn', morn'.  A lovely day!” she proclaimed as she came up to the side of my bed.

“Morn', morn'.  I guess.  Good thing you came with my breakfast, I'm starving.  I could eat a Horse!” I put forth in response without thinking of what I had just said.

“Sorry, we don't serve horse here.  Even if I guess the horse would be content with what we do serve!” she teased.

Good thing she did have at least some humour.  She placed a plate, a glass and a bowl on my table by the bed, before she poured up the juice.  Then she managed to fill my bowl up with a selection of fancy looking vegetables.  Maybe she had noticed how much I had supposedly been eating the other day.  Half of which was for me, half of which had been for my sister, although Luna happily had enjoyed the lot of it.  Either way, I did not protest, it all did look fairly tasty.  Aside from my currently good appetite.  Maybe her presence was making me feel better and thus giving me more of an appetite than I had expected.

She had actually left the pitcher of juice on my table, aside form one with milk.  The real milk, no poor excuse for a substitute, thankfully.  Apparently, little girls like me deserves actual milk, by the looks.  I can't say I am too fat to enjoy it, thankfully.

There is a slice of bread on the plate.  I guess it is what I always had for breakfast here.  That's one of the few things that didn't bother me to know they kept tabs on.  I know they have what I actually eat for me.

“I'll pick up the scraps when I get back.  Bon apetite!” she pronounced as she left for the next room.

“Thanks.  I see you by then!” I merely responded.

I watched her walking out the door, closing it as she left, before she moved to the next room and I could safely forget about her.  It isn't so much that I like to forget her, just that I like to be alone.  I know none was coming, while I had my breakfast, thankfully.  Maybe they had decided on allowing us to have breakfast undisturbed.  I don't make a fuzz out of it, so they did not feel the need to observe or guard me while I ate.

I had come to enjoy my meals in solitude, in part, because the only one I had wanted to be with me is my sister and she could only be with me about once a day.  I guess I could hope for Luna to be with me, but I couldn't ask her in on this short a notice, as much as I may have enjoyed her company right now.

Of course she would be back for the bowl, plate, glasses and pitchers.  I was done with my meal by then.  As a matter of fact, I had already left the room as she was to return.  The thrice damned tests.  The doctor seems to love them.  I don't.

The vegetables were just great.  Maybe I should ask for more of them for my next meal too.  The juice is good, just above what would be considered average, which is good.  The rest mainly fill my belly up, I know I need to eat and I was hungry enough to enjoy every last crumb of the food as well.  I shouldn't be complaining, right?  I just mentioned.

Once it was time for the tests, I guess the good morning is over.  No longer morning and not quite as good either.  Oh well.  I could as well have it done and over with.  I can have my lunch, but first after these tests.