Dream of Pink
Pinkie’s living quarters had a much different feel to them after the party had ended and everyone had left. Cups and various alcoholic beverages stained the area where the life of the party ceased to be. Sitting on the pink, fluffy couch in the center of the once crowded room, I pondered the question Pinkie Pie had just asked me.
“Uh,” Orange started, “I’m not quite sure if I should be staying with you, I mean, we just met.”
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about me! I won’t do anything to bother you, we’re friends after all!” she said. Holding both of her hands in her lap, looked up to me for a response. from the way she was positioned on the couch, It felt like she was only a few inches away from my face. The thought of this brought a deep red shade over me, making it very hard to continue a conversation.
“I guess I could, maybe, stay just for the night?” I said in a questioning tone, avoiding eye contact as much as I could. She must have been able to read my mind, because even before I could finish crafting the end of the sentence, a bright smile found itself firmly attached to her face.
“Great! I have the perfect room upstairs for you! It’s super comfortable, you’ll love it!” she said, running up the stairs so fast I couldn’t even respond.
The room I was staying in was, just as the rest of the place, a preppy pink color, matching Pinkie Pie’s hair color perfectly. In the center of each wall rested a painting of different sweets and delicious delights so realistic I wanted to eat them right then and there. The bed was probably one of the most comfortable things I've ever set my eyes upon. It looked so inviting, it made my eyeballs comfy just from looking at it. In front of the bed, there was an extra large bean bag chair that was surprisingly not pink, but a light shade of purple perfectly in front of an ancient television that looked like it has seen better days.
“Cute, right?” Pinkie said.
“Yeah, this is nice,” I started, “Definitely better than sleeping on the streets,”
“Oh yeah this is, like, the most super comfy bed in the world!” she squeaked.
She started to really grow on me as the day went on, and letting a complete stranger stay the night when they've no place to go makes them either a great human being, or a crazy person in my book. Although, in this particular case, I’d say it was a bit of both.
We both stood still in the room not making a sound, rubbing our necks or arms sheepishly and just waited for the awkwardness to fade, which didn’t seem to be working. So I cut the silence short in order to preserve some much needed sleep time.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning,” I shifted toward the bed.
“Cool, See you then,” she scurried out, getting to the end of the room in a jiffy, “Goodnight!”
Shortly after she left, I wasted no time getting some rest. I wanted as much good sleep as possible before I had to leave. However, my excessively vivid dreams left me very restless.
I walked along a path that I had never seen before toward a bright building. I walked up to the door, opened it without knocking, and strolled straight up the stairs until I reached Pinkie Pie’s room. My heart raced fast, quickening every few moments. I knew exactly what was about to happen, and I was ready to act upon impulse.
I slowly turned the knob, sweat building in my palms and on my forehead. I opened the door with more force than I thought was needed, and everything seemed to slow down. I felt very heavy, like gravity was working against me, making it very hard to do even the most simple of movements. I entered the room, and there she was, In the center, watching. The door disappeared. The only thing in my vision was Pinkie Pie.
She smiled kindly at me, a different kind of smile than I was used to. It was nearly seductive, luring me in instantly. I walked very slowly toward her, until I was so close I could have sworn she could hear my thoughts. My head was pounding, my heart rate increased dramatically, my palms clammed up and there stood one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever met, inches from me. She looked into me with half-lidded eyes, breathing onto my face, nearly knocking me out from the sheer attraction I felt toward her. Pinkie grasped the back of my neck, gently, pulling me in closely. Her lips puckered ever so slightly, preparing for the intimacy that was to follow. I felt her grip on my neck instantly tighten, bordering on painful. What is she doing? The shock of it tossed me out of slumber and I noticed I was no longer in bed. As very distracting pain was still in my neck, I reached back to ease the discomfort. I can still feel her grip...
The smell of breakfast lured me, causing me to seek out the source. I approached the kitchen where Pinkie was busy making the most important meal of the day. She noticed me in her peripherals, and smiled almost like in my dream, making me a slight shade darker.
“Hey, good morning!” she greeted kindly, taking her attention away from the pancakes. I noticed her hair was especially unkempt, allowing me to assume that she had only recently awoken. “Sleep good?”
I had been reminded of my slightly erotic dream for the second time in ten seconds, making me even more red than before.
“I-I slept, uh, good. Great actually.” I lied. Sort of. I mean, that dream was pretty hot...
“Fantastical!” She shouted.
“I’m sorry?” I asked, a bit confused. Is ‘fantastical’ even a word?
“Fantastical, you know? It’s like fantastic, and radical? Although I guess you wouldn't know that, since I just made it up. Well all you need to know is it’s a good thing.” She rambled.
“Cool,” I said, conjuring a topic to distract my jumbled and flustered mind. “So, what’re you making?”
She gave me as big a goofball smile as humanly possible and said, “Orange pancakes!”
“I had to say something, didn’t I?” I complained with a sarcastic tone. Even if my hair is orange I actually hate the color, although the fruit doesn't bother me so much.
“You brought it uuup~” she said in a sing-song voice, focusing completely on the meal in front of her.
I grabbed a chair, and sat down at the dining room table, feeling a pit of awkwardness building in my stomach. My vision kept resting on her, and I almost felt like she knew somehow. That thought alone was something that would continue to bother me for the rest of the day.
“I suppose I did,” I said. “I hope some of those are for me as well?”
“Well of course, silly willy, breakfast alone is no fun at all!” She said, bringing over two plates stacked with the delicious treats.
Pinkie pulled up a chair and sat adjacent to me, pouring an exceptional amount of syrup onto her pancakes. We both sat quietly together and enjoyed each others company, as well as the tasty breakfast laid out before us.