The months passed with relative peace. I got few visitors and the ones that came usually consisted of Twilight and the remaining gang. However,it wasn’t uncommon for me to cry myself to sleep… I was scared of sleep… Scared of my own subconscious… But at least I was on a regular sleep schedule. This fact brought me a level of ease of mind after the horrific images that danced behind my eye-lids played out.Cards and get-well greetings were sent in from several of the local residents. The small words of encouragement brought me a few good smiles, a few joyful tears, and one mild case of indigestion. That was the card I got rid of almost immediately… Some mares and their body damage fantasies…