The Jostled Flyer

by Josh Crapo


Overnight Riders

Me and Cloudchaser talked for so long that even I didn't even know how much more sound my voice could make. But one thing was for sure. The train was overnight. All the first evening, we ate together, laughed together, and tucked each other under our wings. It felt like one of the best times of my whole entire life.
But all of that changed when we got to sleep. I rose to the normal motor sound of the train going on the tracks. I noticed that I was alone when the train was starting to slow down. I looked out the window and saw a devastated Manehatten. Nearly every building was on fire. I quickly got off the train and looked at the ruins of the city until those same thousands of ponies came racing beside me. I tried to leap but there was that same force that kept me grounded. Everything turned black but I still felt the jolting of thousands of ponies. But everything turned to white just before waking up with a huge gasp for breath.
Cloudchaser opened an eye ever so slightly and mumbled something that was somewhat comprehensible. "What're you doing up Jostle?" Both of our wings were under each other's backs.
I could barely understand what I was trying to say but it must've been reassuring to the half asleep Cloudchasser judging from how she closed her eyes. As I fell back to sleep, I turned to the side and started hugging Cloudchaser.
I may not know what happened, I had another dream. Finally, it wasn't the same nightmare I've had every single night. This one was different. Me and Cloudchaser were on a cruise at sea going over to Pandama. The breeze was very high, there was the scent of salt air, my cutie mark was back, it all felt so real, and yet it was only a dream. This is the first time I've had a dream I wish was real since I regained consciousness.
Once we awoke from our dream, we found each other hugging each other with our wings flared out across the seat isles. But I think I slept too well the second dream because when I saw the time, it was about ten thirty. Well, there went our mobile breakfast of the day.