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Of course; the grass is a lovely, lusciously green under my Pinkie Pie; how could I give her anything less? I had washed off the bowl of water for her, and filled it up; in order for her to have water in the night, just in case. There is a large Muffin before her; just in case she is hungry, and require a nightly snack.
The floor in my room is laid with a warm, pink cherry wood panel. I had talked my parents into applying a wallpaper with lovely, luscious apple trees in full bloom, and they had agreed; which is the wallpaper I have on my walls.
The pattern of the bed is a theme of candy and sweets, just as my Pinkie Pie would have loved to have on her very own bed. I had picked my inspiration from the dress she had been wearing at her first Grand Galloping gala, obviously.
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The bed is standing on the right side of my room, while I have the wardrobe on the left side of the door. It has two pairs of doors from inside of my room, and a regular door from outside. All my clothes are hanging in the wardrobe; shirts, pants, the undies, socks and the rest. I have the bed linen there as well, for when I change them as I make my bed; which I do myself, and I have done that for several years by now. I even have the chute down to the wash room in the wardrobe, in which I dump the clothes when I think they feel unfresh and needs washing.
When I say that my room is a mirror image of the room my sister is living in, I mean that quite literally. I even have a full-size mirror in the wardrobe. Good thing it is not a two way mirror, or she may have been seeing me through it. I shudder at the mere thought, any and all the times I think of that idea. I have no interest in my sister, she is family and a friend I can ask for help; if and when I actually do need it.
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As a matter of fact, I had seen her room; I know that each, and every object and item is exactly where I have mine; if I see them in a mirror. I guess that is kind of scary, when you think of it; maybe this is when I shudder at the thought of it.
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My room is on the second floor, of the cottage in which we live. I have the first door, and my sister the second one on our side. Sorry, the shower is not between us, but I have the boys’ room on my side; while she has the girls’ room.
Our parents live on the other side; with their very own, private balcony and stairs up. Naturally, they have the shower and other facilities on their side; adjusted for them. No worries, and no envy; a fair and equal deal.
The kitchen is under our parents room; where the dining room is as well, side by side. There is a third floor, but you need to take a separate flight of stairs up, if you like to go there. Likewise, we do have a basement as well. I have the notion, that we live in a fairly common home.
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Either I am imagining it, or I am dreaming it all up; but Pinkie Pie loves to talk to me, and when I wake up, the plate is always empty, no matter how many I had placed on it the night before.
I prefer to think I had been eating it in my sleep. Even if it had been my sister, I am prone to see that as preferable. The options are merely unthinkable.
How does a boy explain to his parents; that his Hero doll is eating the pastries, or cookies he left on his night stand the night before? Unless he is asking for undue, and highly unwanted attention? I have no interest in any further attention; not unless I am begging for it, when I actually feel the need for it; on occasions, such as when I am ill or something.
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I had woken up early in the morning. Neatly folding the quilt in towards the wall, before I slipped my feet off of the bed, setting them onto the floor and unfolding the quilt. From there, I walk to the wardrobe and open the door.
As I see myself in the mirror, something is certainly off. What I see, isn’t the little boy I had always seen in the mirror before. There is a light pink filly looking back at me. Apparently, she is mimicking my every move; at least, as far as she is capable, with her fully equine body. She is clearly standing up in her full height; looking at me, eye to eye; her forelegs along her body. I can see her large eyes as she is looking back at me; as if she had been just as surprised to see me, as I am to see her.
When I said Pony, I mean a Pony, not an anthropomorphic variety of one. She has no hands or finger, just as she has no visible feet; but is standing squarely on her hind hooves. Instead of a small nose, she has a muzzle.
I look closer, bending over. Now I feel a bit strange and lose my balance. If it is an impression, or if I am closer to her in a deeper meaning than mere physical distance, but the closer I get, the harder it is to maintain my balance; I promptly fall over, only to splatter right through the mirror and land on my forehooves.
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As I finally rose to my hooves on the other side of the mirror, I stand on all fours. There is no Pony, or boy on the other side. I can just see myself there.
“Hiya, Silly!” I hear a voice from behind my back, but what I see is Pinkie Pie.
“Hiya, Pinkie!” I responded; before I had the time to react, or think of anything.
“Oh, and thanks for all the yummy pastries you have been giving me every night!” she then added.
“You are quite welcome, I am just happy you did enjoy them. It felt right to offer you muffins, but I was starting to worry for a while. I couldn’t explain where they all went!” I prompted, in response.
“I ate them, silly!” she merely giggled.
“Yeah, that just dawned on me, Pinkie!” I blurted out; as I was casting glances, to the right and left.
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“I should send a Hello from Twilly, as well. She does live next door. If you like, you could follow me to her castle?” Pinkie then offered.
“Oh? I certainly would love to see her, and the rest of your friends too. Even if I don’t need to see all at once. I know my sister could love to see Rarity about a suit!” I pondered.
“Let’s be off, then. Yeah, I do have quite a few friends, when you put it like that. I know Rarity would love crafting a suit for you, and your sister any day!” Pinkie offered, knowing her friend only too well.
I tried my best to follow her along the flight of stairs. She managed to open the door and closed it after us. With that, we are out in the open, where Celestia’s sun is spreading joy all over Ponyville, where I had found myself.
This is the Ponyville in Equestria; but it is in a larger sense a part of the Metaquestria just as much as the cottage I had grown up in. There is just the thin mirror between the various locals.
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