The Usual Day of a Lazy Thunderlane

by melodicstream

Morning

Morning.

The sun shone through the thin fabric of his window’s curtain. The golden rays, in the course of an hour or so, slowly made their way up, firstly passing by his soft, but strong, legs, then by his cutie mark, a raincloud with a lightning bolt descending from it, then his belly, also catching a small area of his right wing, which was lazily folded and open at the same time, the tangled feathers creating a visual mess similar to a bush made of long and thin leaves, then his tongue, which was hanging from the side of his mouth, then his eyelids, and finally his blue and silver mane, which needed some very good combing due to all the knots and twists caused by the pillow. His amber eyes were refusing to receive the sunlight. He made an effort to open them, but to no avail. His muscles were completely relaxed and trying to move them was only making him uncomfortable.

He gave up trying to wake up. He knew he should get up soon, but he didn’t want to. It was a Sunday, after all. And he would keep on sleeping if it wasn’t for that itch under his left wing. It started as a numbing sensation, but quickly evolved into something very uncomfortable. Unavoidable. With all his current strength, which was nearly zero, he moved his right hoof under him to reach the base of his left wing.

That had been enough to kick start him. His right eye was the first one. Then his right leg, followed by his tail. His left arm unwound to the right side of the bed, leaving him turned belly up. His left eye was the next. With a poorly performed backstretch, he noticed that his mouth was arguably dry. And open. With some difficulty, he began spreading some saliva over his lips and tongue to moisturize them. Using the power of his arms and wings, he lifted himself from the warm and comfortable mattress. Leaning to his left side, he got out of bed. Right leg first, as always.

Taking a look around his room, you could see that it was a very simple and ordinary room. It had a window, a closet and a desk. On the desk you could see all sorts of office materials, manuals, diagrams, a light, etc... The closet doors were slightly open, and you could barely see the white lab coat that he wears to go to work. The bed sheets were very messy, purple with little cloud stamps on it. A poster could be seen on the wall, portraying him and his little brother when they were younger.

After ensuring that his hooves were firmly planted on the ground, he began to walk on the soft carpet floor, which was warm due to the sunlight. Barely being able to see, and still with the effects of sleeping inertia, he, with uneven steps and sometimes leaning to the sides, headed to the door that was near the end of his bed. His throat met the stuffy air once again, his yawn making a loud and damp noise.

Finally reaching the bathroom door, he, instead of using the door handle, just kept on going, opening it with his own head. The cold floor conflicted with the warmth of his hooves, sending a new pulse of energy through his body. His eyes opened a little bit more. Reaching with his left front hoof, he turned the lights on. The bathroom was as he left it the night before. The towels were neatly folded and ready to be used. The bathtub was stocked with all sorts of cosmetics. The comb and hair gel had a special spot on the black marble surface of the sink counter. Right next to it was the toilet. Its lid was already open, so it didn’t take him any effort to let the yellow rain pour.

After flushing and closing the lid, he headed towards the sink and gave himself a good look in the mirror. His face looked like it was melting, because his facial muscles were still warm and relaxed. Opening the cold water, he went head first in the sink, letting the cold hit his face and wake up his muscles. He then proceeded to wash his front hooves and his eyes. The refreshing sensation was horrible, but at least his face was more acceptable, being actually able to move and feel the stuffy air from the room.

He was almost completely woken up. The only thing missing was some breakfast. Now, steadily moving his legs and arms, he headed towards the room door, entering the corridor. To his right was the guest room. A little bit further ahead, to his left, was his little brother’s room. He was still sleeping; nopony that young wakes up early on Sundays. He wished he didn’t have to, but it was necessary. After reaching the end of the corridor, he turned right and entered the kitchen. As usual, he went for his ordinary breakfast: a nice bowl of cereals and a glass of juice, orange this time. He sat on the chair, grabbed the spoon, and began eating his breakfast. The crunchiness from the cereal was audible; it was possible to notice a very slow sound of things being crushed. The orange juice was welcomed by his dry throat. His mind was empty. His only focus was to channel his energy to his mouth so that he could chew and swallow.

Hm… The bowl was too small for his stomach. Or maybe his stomach was too big for the bowl. It didn’t matter. He didn’t have infinite cereal and his brother was still asleep. After taking a deep breath, he got out from the chair and walked to the living room, making soft and low noises every time his hooves hit the light brown wooden floor. All the windows were closed, but the sun shined strong and warm. Heading towards the nearest window, the breeze gently caressed his face when he opened it. It was cold and refreshing. The stuffiness from the house began to be replaced by fresh air. Sitting on the couch, and sinking a foot in after, he grabbed a small notebook and a pen that were lying on the table next to him, and began scribbling while waiting for his brother to wake up.

Author's Note:

First fanfiction. Never meant to write it. It's literally 2AM and I just wrote it out of the blue. I have no idea why, but I felt really descriptive, so I'll just describe a normal day in Thunderlane's life.

I'll admit that I'm a little bit inspired by some books that I've been reading. They're not easy to understand, and that's what I'm going for here. Long sentences with out-of-place adjectives and stuff. Makes you need to think a little. :D

Comments

[Paperbag Wizard]

It ends a bit abruptly.

[melodicstream]

4054702 I still need to finish. Just need a bit more time. The next chapter will probably come out tomorrow. Stay tuned!