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// Story #XXXVIII 
// Story: THIS IS A STORY 
// by _NAME_ 
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The stallion woke up one night with a start, violently jolting awake.

He sat up in bed almost immediately, eyes wide, searching all around his tiny, dark room for whatever had awoken him, but did not see anything amiss.

Nothing seemed to be wrong, as far as he could tell in the dim lighting, and after a few moments of intent listening, he did not hear anything particularly worrisome, only the sound of his own breathing.

A large yawn escaped his mouth and he grunted in annoyance, still unsure whether or not something was wrong, and certainly bothered that he had been woken up in the first place.

Tentatively, he slipped out of his bed and trotted over to the light switch on the far wall and turned it on, bathing his room in light.

And there was nothing there that should not have been, nothing seemed to have been moved, and there was no sign of any sort of disturbance.

With his room clear of anything potentially troublesome, the stallion left his bedroom and inspected the rest of the rooms in his house, flipping on all the lights as he went, but still, nothing seemed to be out of place, which only served to exasperate the stallion all the more.

In the end, though, not quite sure what had woken him up, his fears of possible robbers, murders, or anything else bad were put to rest, and the stallion turned all of the lights back off and returned to his bed.

After a few more moments, during which he still could not hear anything troubling, the stallion fell asleep and remained that way for the rest of the night, right until he woke up in the morning.