Has this ever happened to you? Have you ever swapped out of your realistic self and swapped into your transcendental self? Have you ever looked up at the sky, and heard people talking around you, and wondered about your amazing life, and just had to sit and think for a moment?

It's like, how could anything be real? How do I know that everyone - pony - is really here? What if I'm dead? I had a moment of this today, that took me out of my body and forced me Ito neutrality. I looked around at everypony I knew - ponies that I knew existed in cartoons... my daughter, Dashie, a miracle in her own respect; Fluttershy, her friend and my friend, somepony who I'd just recently really gotten to know; and my wife, my beautiful Ditzy, whose name fit her as well as a turtle shell fit a snake.

I stood back and stared at them, stopping midstride. I could hear them asking me what was wrong, but I didn't respond. The moment I came back into being, though, I walked forward and threw my forelegs around Ditzy, holding her tightly. I reached across and caught Dashie by the back of the neck.

"Get over here, kiddo," I said jokingly, and pulled her into my hug. It was too great; everything was as it should be. I would enjoy today like no other, because according to Murphy, my good times would be over soon. I felt Fluttershy pop in and hug all of us, too; the icing on the cake, really. Made me appreciate everything even more. God, I thought, you're just too good to me.

"You alright there, Dad?" Dashie asked, muffled by - um - me.

"Shh. Too happy to talk."

I broke apart our hug soon after, and we were back to walking and laughing. It was good... that's all I can say. Good feelings. I looked into Ditzy's eyes, unfocused at the time; the amber eyes I'd always loved. I looked across at Dashie, laughing and joking with Fluttershy. The stupid part of my brain was all like, "Oh my God, when's it all gonna explode?" and I'm like, "Shut up, brain, I hate you."

We came to the little corner diner quickly enough, at that perfect time when you're just hungry enough to want to eat. Does that make sense? 'Cause I thought it made sense.

Anyways, I pretty much expected what was next. I pretty much expected there would be somepony there that I knew, or at least that one of us knew. And, Luna be praised, it just just so happened to be Daisy.

Test your luck, bro. "Yo, Daisy!" I called.

"OhmygawdStar!" she said breathily, like I knocked the wind out of her.

"How you doin'?" I asked, leaving the other three to grab a table or something I don't know, and walked up with my hoof raised.

"Uh... not too well," she said, looking with confusion at my hoof. "I have a few things going on that... well, they're making me jumpy."

"Well noted," I replied, putting my hoof back down. "Anyways, screw manners, I wanna know what's up with the alicorn deal thing. Really." I tried to look stone-serious, but I had to keep myself from bursting into laughter.

She sighed. "That. Yeah. Well, it's... I mean, I - I'm not really an alicorn. Not like the Princesses... well, look for yourself." She flapped her wings and scrunched her eyes tight. Her horn glowed for a few moments and my mane blew back a little from the speed of her wings, but otherwise not much happened.

I waited until she finished spazzing. "...So, you're like an -"

"Yeah, like an earth-pony with accessories."

"Woah. That's totally, like, verbatim what I was thinking."

She looked at me with a look I knew far too well: You're a goddamn idiot. I finally let go and burst into laughter.

"Ah, well. I kinda figured. I feel like an idiot just for thinking that, uh, you know. Oh, well. Peace out!" I added, turning and walking cheerfully away. I could imagine the surprise her face, but I didn't dare turn around. Didn't wanna lose my cool, right?

I joined a table of wide-eyed pegusi, staring in a hilarious mixture of horror and amusement at my little ad-lib. Ditzy was the only one who looked really confused. But, well, maybe it was her eyes.

"Star, are you alright?" she asked as I sat down, still chuckling. "You don't... well, usually do stuff like that. It was really, really weird."

I looked across the table vaguely, as if unsure of who was talking.

"... Star?-"

"Oh, yeah, no, I'm fine. It's cool," I said, smiling. The world was good, but I was tired. It obviously showed. I mean, come on, I stayed up late last night, what do you expect?

It was like anything else, really. Breakfast, I mean. Daisy came over and sat and talked for a few minutes, but otherwise nothing else really happened. But it was probably the greatest breakfast I'd ever had. It reminded me of breakfasts back... well, I couldn't call it home anymore. Just me and Dashie, back then. But here I was, with peo - ponies I loved. If it were in the real world, it wouldn't have been too much different, but even having this thought made me put ponies in perspective.

Well, I recently learned about pony anatomy... or the parts that mattered. [Wings... right, Star?] But it was still so different. Every once in a while I thought about my hands or legs, and I've tripped a few times thinking like a human. It had lost its oddness, but... well, I can't explain it right. Not with English.

I'm rambling. I'm sorry. I'll sum it up by just saying I had a great time. The food was great, the conversation was great, and... I guess I just love to hear my two favorite ponies' voices. Well, can't forget Fluttershy... alright, three favorite.

Today... it's always gonna be ingrained in my memory. After a great breakfast, we waved goodbye to Fluttershy and continued on - um - doing what we were doing. I don't even know what compelled us to do half the crap we did. I remember we found ourselves going in a circle when we were flying around a huge hill in the middle of the South Fields. I remember us all wrestling on a cloud bank. I remember Dashie running into a tree and snapping it in two. I applauded; I didn't think she was hurt too badly.

For dinner we went out again. Dashie ate more than any time I've ever seen her eat; well, except that one time when she was at the dining room table after a full day of -

No. I shouldn't try to remember my old life. I should forget it. I know, I just know, that if I dwell on it, I'm gonna go insane. Where was I?

Well, I guess the best day ever doesn't mean that anything emotional has to happen, or that you have to spend the entire day relaxing. When we had an idea, we went with it, and the world was perfect. I don't have much else to say, really.

We returned home late. Really late. Dashie was still positively full of energy - at least to me. I was wrong, apparently; Ditzy and I retired to our room right after Dashie, and I swear, a heard the fluff of a pillow and a snore. I smiled; she was exhausted.

And here I am. Writing. Swapping between this and my little periodical or whatever you call it. I should get bed; if I'm lucky, Ditzy's still up and is willing to accept a second consummation.

If you know what I mean.