The sunrise is beautiful... in fact, I consider the sunrise to be one of the most beautiful things I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing firsthand. I woke up to it this morning, and it blessed my day with a huge bout of confidence and joy.
Although a strange, nagging pain in my side inhibited these emotions ever so slightly, I was glad to see myself in a soft, warm little bed in a cutely-decorated room. At least I haven't found my way into a cave again, I thought, smiling. I wonder why I thought that.
I coughed, and rubbed my eyes with my right hoof, clearing my vision for the bright day ahead. The room I was in was totally silent, although I could hear a little birdsong from the window as all my feathered friends awoke from their sleep. The only other noise I heard was a slight shuffling far from the door.
But the smell! There was an intense aroma of... breakfast. Whatever was being baked, be it crêpes, flapjacks, or pancakes, I wanted a piece of it.
I clambered out of the bed, landing just right on my hooves, and trotted ramblingly out the half-open wooden door to my right. I felt a pressure on my midsection, and looked down at it. I was wrapped like a Christmas present, nice and tight, with medical gauze. That was rather confusing, I was pretty happy; I couldn't care less.
Walking cheerfully down the stairs, I found, to my surprise, a yellow pegasus pony standing in front of the small skillet. It was pancakes; one point for me.
She happened to notice me. "Oh... hello," she said softly, almost timidly. "You're up."
"I am," I said, smiling broadly back at her from the middle of the steps. She flushed pink (about the same shade as her mane), and turned her head back to the skillet.
"Where am I, perchance?" I asked, walking down to the base of the stairs. I may have found this an odd question to ask on a regular basis, but - there happened to be a small voice at the back of my mind assuring me that this was less strange than I thought it was.
"Oh, um..." she began, turning her head upwards in thought. "well, you're at my cottage. It - well - it doesn't really have a name." She turned back to me. "Why? I mean, um, it... you don't have to answer..." she added bashfully.
"I woke up this morning with a bit of a headache and a pain in my side, without the slightest idea as to where I was." I grinned. "I just wanted to make sure you hadn't stolen any of my internal organs."
She smiled, and turned back to the grill, hiding her face behind her draping mane.
I approached the door, and opened it, ready to leave. Oh, wait, I forgot: "Thank you for your hospitality," I tuned to the small yellow mare. "It's greatly appreciated."
"Wait!" the pegasus shouted after me. I stopped, and turned back. "Um... if you want to stay, that would... I mean, you could..."
A smile found its way back onto my face. "Thank you, my dear, but I'm afraid I should leave."
"Do - um... do you have to go, though? I mean, I just made... um..."
I sighed playfully. "Well, I suppose, if I must..." I trailed off, walking towards the table. The small mare smiled softly again and turned once more to the skillet.
Once I approached the little wooden dining table, though, I really noticed how small she was... or how big I was in comparison. I mean, I had always been taller than the other fillies in school... but I was almost two inches taller than this pony, fully-grown like myself.
I sat myself down at the table. I couldn't help but think that it was a bit rude to take an advantage of another pony's hospitality like that; but hey, she offered. I looked over to the mare, who had just moved the four pancakes to a small plate, and was bringing them over to the table cheerily.
"Now remember, please, don't eat too much. You still have stitches, after all," she said to me kindly. Now, in all honesty, I had no idea what she was talking about, so I just nodded in agreement.
Apparently she could sense this. She tilted her head to the side in confusion. "You mean you don't remember?"
"No, I'm sorry... I don't remember much anything about... anything."
She looked surprised, and concerned. "Oh, my, I hope you don't have amnesia. That would take such a long time to fix..." She seemed to be taking to herself more than to me. "There would be psychological and physiological excersices... Anywhere from a week to a few months of training... and even then, you still might not retain all your memory."
She paused. "What's your name?" she asked me, tentatively.
"Dreamcatcher," I responded. I was slightly taken off-guard by the question, mainly because I hadn't thought much about my name until she asked. I actually just remembered it reflexively.
She shook her head. "I don't know what it is. I'm worrying too much." She looked back to me, and blinked twice, almost like she was clearing her thoughts. "I'm sorry, I don't know... why... I, um..." Her shy nature had returned.
I smiled. "I have a feeling that it'll all come back to me. Oh, by the way, what's your name, so that I can thank you more properly?" I added.
"You... um... oh," she said, confused. "I thought I told you before. I'm Fluttershy," she replied.
"Thanks, Fluttershy."
Fluttershy smiled again, hiding her face behind her mane. I guess that's why she grew it out.
We ate breakfast quickly, considering we were talking a lot of the time (well, mainly I was talking a lot of the time). I don't really remember the taste of the pancakes; I mean, they weren't, like, excellence embodied or anything. But I do remember a lot about Fluttershy.
She was rather thin, but well-proportioned.. like, she wasn't gangly-looking or anything. She looked like china, like if you touched her she would fall apart. I felt like I'd met her before somewhere... in a difficult situation. I remember us being friends... but when?
It wasn't love at first sight, but she wasn't somepony I couldn't imagine myself being with. It was like... the stage before a crush. I dunno. I just liked her.
Well, anyways, I finished first, and stood to excuse myself. I walked back towards the door.
Once more, I was stopped midstride by Fluttershy. "Are you sure you should leave? I mean, you do still have stitches... shouldn't you... stay in bed?" She flushed red. "I mean... resting?"
I smiled, but shook my head. "I don't want to impose on you any more than I have already. I should be going."
"But -"
"I'll tell you what, I'll visit back here in... say, a week. Is that alright?"
"... Okay."
"Thanks again for your hospitality. And for breakfast," I added, walking out the door. "See you next week!" the heavy wooden door closed behind me. I stood in the centre of a large stable-slash-farmyard-slash-animal pen. I looked to my left and right, and realized something: I had absolutely no idea where I was.
But, again, I heard a little voice in the back of my head insinuating that this isn't abnormal for me. So, I took off proudly down the centre path, knowing that whatever way I go will lead me somewhere new and fascinating.