You Are In Your Bed, Hating Mondays
Dusty Sunrise

Mondays suck.

You repeat the magic phrase in your mind as you slam open the door of your workplace, a long day of work has been successful in ruining your good mood that morning, you had a good night sleep and a hearty breakfast thanks to the fat check you received that week, there was an emotional crash in between due to your recent escapades with ponies and the even more recent visit with Shining Armor and his sort of mental breakdown. Poor guy, you thinkt to yourself, as you take out your car keys and unlock your car. Recently you had to purchase a new one after all the times these unwanted visitors wrecked your car, you give a long drawn out sigh as you turn on the ignition and listen to the stalled rumble, giving off the impression that your ‘new’ car has seen better days.

The ride home was slow as for some reason every stoplight turned red as soon as you approached, as if telling you, “You are going to have a bad day.” and you believed it, it was Monday after all and Monday is the day when a pony decides to invade the only good part about your home which is your bed, but after replacing our bed a dozen times due to it being lit on fire, covered in alcohol, eaten, and after ponies fornicated on it, you were recently considering just sleeping on the couch, maybe that would end your ponified torment.

Your feet slide lazily toward the front door and you fumble through your keys before finally digging the key into the lock, you freeze as you hear a voice that sounds just like yours.

“Ugh, I hate Mondays!” your voice shouted, you blindly bring a hand to your throat and shrug it off as if it were nothing, you slam the door behind you and yawn, tired of all the constant garbage these people with low mentality rates toss at you as if you were a waste basket, you smile at the comparison as you check every portion of your living room, kitchen and bathroom, a sort of practice you’ve grown accustomed to because of all the reckless ponies that blew up your house, wrecked your toilet, drank your alcohol, read your porn, etc.

Finally came the bedroom, you mentally brace yourself as you turn the knob on the door and slowly open it dramatically, years of playing Resident Evil made the act seem more scary and dramatic, you clench your body as you swing the door open, and lo’ and behold, a pony sits on your bed, but you can’t seem to recognize him as any of the ponies you’ve seen on the show. Must be another OC… you tell yourself as you prepare for more terrible grammar and soul-crushing attitudes.

“Hey, bowling pin head.” You say, the pony who was obviously an earth pony raises his head to stare at you, and you and he gasp at what was most likely the same fact, the fact that your facial features matched to as much as they could, same eye colors, the same 5 O’clock shadow that came due to lack of sleep, same hair style with the same dull shine, everything matched as much as they could, besides the fact that his face was shaped like a ponies, which was normal.

“Who are--” You both say in unison, stopping mid sentence at the similarity to the voice.

“You go first.” You both say, both of you cringe at the irony.

“No, you go ahead.” Once again, you both say the same thing.

“Alright, let’s just shut up, okay?” The pony says, the same thing you were going to say, I like this one. You think to yourself as a small smile escapes your lips,

“What’s with the grin?” he asks,

“Oh nothing, it’s just you seem exactly like me,” You fold your arms, “This is a nice change other than the ponies who seem to--” He interrupts you,

“Blow up your bathroom, eat your sheets, send your bed to another dimension, and burn your refrigerator?” he asks, you freeze at the statement, but you just shake your head,

“Yes, usually happens every--” He interrupts you again,

“Every Monday, I know.” He interrupts, you grumble at the fact that he kept interrupting you, “Humans do the same thing to me, should’ve never trusted that chinese restaurant…” he muttered to himself, your eyes go wide in realization, He is me… you think to yourself, before you go off jumping to conclusions you begin to quiz him on things that have happened in your life,

“You didn’t happen to have a girlfriend who - in your opinion - was a real ass, did you?” you ask,

“Yeah, damn near ruined my life.” He raises a curious eyebrow, “I’m guessing you’ve had the same problem, too?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” you respond, you feel the smile on your face widen. God, I hope this one can stay, you plead to yourself. He shuffles on the bed to make room for you, and you sit down on the bed

“So, what’s your name supposed to be?” You ask, bracing yourself for some retarded name,

“My name is…” he stops as if he choked on something, “Not important.” he finished, you nod slowly, just as you never gave your name to anyone or any pony who appeared in your bed,

“So, first humans, now you’re appearing in a human counterpart’s bed?” You ask,

“Oh, you noticed that too.” He responds, you let loose a chuckle,

“Mondays suck.” You both say in unison, letting loose a barrage of laughter, you begin talking with your pony counterpart for hours on end and you don’t notice the time until you see a bright halo appear above you,

“Oh damn.” The pony’s eyes go wide, “Looks like it’s your turn.”

“Wait wh--” you are interrupted when you nearly go blind from the bright light, as you are flung around, you watch as the seizure-inducing colors flash all around you, you let out a wordless scream as you fling through dimensions, suddenly everything goes black and you hit something soft followed by a feminine ‘Oof!’

“Hey, watch it, bub!” your ex’s voice says,

Oh shit…

Today is going to be a bad day.