I awoke to a strange silence. No distant conversations, no visitors, no nothing. I sighed as the door opened and Doctor Redheart walked in. She undid my hugging jacket and gave me a daisy sandwich, it was pretty horrible to be honest. But alas, I could't complain. It's the only thing I've eaten for the past couple days. Sadly, after I was finished she put my hugging jacket back on me. I frowned and threw my head onto the pillow.
"I see no point in locking me up in a room, in what way will this help my insanity?" I questioned my handler. She opened her mouth to answer, but closed it and looked at the floor in thought.
"I'm...not sure, but usually it will help if you are secluded for a period of time. Eventually, once you have gained my trust, I will allow you to leave your room." She stood and left my room, thankfully, I don't know why but I just can't stand her. Maybe that's just Dusk's influence. I looked over to a box she left behind.
After struggling to open the damned thing with my mouth it appeared to be...crayons and paper? Huh. Oh well! A box of crayons is better than a box of nothing! I smiled and took out a black one. They were fresh, unused and all around a very nice assortment of colors. I took out a piece of paper and sketched out a rough portrait of Dusk, poorly drawn sadly. I never had that good of an artistic talent. He looked over my shoulder when I was finished and smiled.
"I think it's a spitting image." He chuckled and took out his own crayon, he floated out his own piece of paper and started scribbling on the paper. I sat watching him, excited to what he would create.
He set the crayon back into the box and showed me the paper. I grinned and gave him a hug, well, as good of a hug as I could do with my jacket on.
"Oh thank you Dusk! It's beautiful!" I nearly shouted, he drew me! It was spot on too! I'm not even sure how he did that with a crayon! He patted me on the back and took the drawings and stuck them on the wall next to my bed. I inched my way over to his side and smiled at him. The smile quickly faded because as soon as I looked over he turned into black mist. I lied on the floor, the cushioned surface painfully keeping me from bashing my head in. I struggled to get out of my hug-coat, I couldn't get my hooves out but I loosened the straps on one of my wings. For at least a couple hours I tried to free my wings, just to stretch them out. I did just that, content with my progress I went back to my bed. While I slept I had my normal few dreams, like the one were Dusk was a 'real' pony and he and I were special someponies, the one about me and Fluttershy becoming friends again, that sort of thing. I like those dreams.