One of the worst ways you can ever wake up is with your head leaned back as you’re sitting up on a couch. What can make it even worse is when you have that weird sensation when you’re about to fall and hit something, so you wake up suddenly with a jolt.

And then your neck feels like it’s about close to snapping, with all that pain going through your head.

Guess what I did this morning?

I don’t know what I was dreaming about. Usually I never do, unless it was some traumatic or important memory. All I could ever take from dreams is that it at least meant I slept that night, and didn’t lie awake the whole night wondering and worrying about Millie, the apartment, money, my work, and myself.

Again.

First thing I saw was Netflix still on, closed out of the My Little Pony tab, and giving me new recommendations based on what I watched. Great, this is going to fuck up my watch playlists…

Wait. My Little Pony? Why the hell was I…

Oh right. Celestia came alive and said hello to her first contact with a being from another dimension, that being me. I was also high or delusional or something, as the toy I was taking for Millie was suddenly possessed in my hallucinations.

Where was Millie anyway?

Ow, ow, ow. Okay, head hurts. Why is my head hurting?

Oh right, I was up a good portion of the night watching a children’s show because of delusional hallucinated little horses.

What time is it anyway? I pointed the remote at the TV and went back to the home menu, and was horrified to see the time as ten o’clock.

Shit, I’m late for work!

I quickly rushed back to my room and started looking for my work clothes. Fuckfuckfuck where are they!? I know my room’s a bit of a mess with all the clothes lying around, but I at least make sure my work uniform is placed in a recognizable spot in the room when I come back from work!

Wait.

When I came back from work yesterday, I met Miss Strombi, set a toy I found on the table, listened to a voicemail, and passed out.

Why did I pass out?

Without meaning to, my brain finally connected the dots. Millie was at a sleepover’s with Katie, the daughter of Bridgette. Today was Saturday. It was also this Saturday, the one I had requested off so I could take Millie to the local fair that’s in town this weekend.

I looked down to see the trademark polo and khaki shorts I use for my work’s uniform.

…

What the hell is wrong with me.

No, seriously, what the hell is going on with me as of late? I’m constantly forgetting things, I’m getting delusional, and I’m waking up in positions that land me in pain.

And why was I on the floor last night?

Suddenly, I remembered Bridgette getting a little scared. There was something that she saw in the TV room. I walk up away from my room and into the TV room, re-living the memory.

She pointed at something at the floor. I got down on my knees and looked underneath the couch, and I said the words out loud, “It’s probably a mouse.”

It hit me. That Celestia toy. It was alive, and if that was her that scurried underneath the couch, then that means Bridgette saw Celestia too.

That means I wasn’t hallucinating. There was a fucking toy that got possessed by some demon that tried to impersonate a TV show character.

…Holy shit am I screwed.

I suddenly became very aware of my surroundings due to my fear of the toy. It was late morning, so the sun was already showing through the dim and slightly dusty windows.

Slightly dusty? That one near the entrance is dusty as hell. There’s a huge spot where it’s clear that neither Millie or me cleaned that spot during trash days.

…That’s not a spot, that’s a note. What in the world?

I sat up and walked to the door, and got a better look. There, on the window sill next to the door, one of the notes I keep in the kitchen for grocery shopping was sitting up. I picked up the note, and I almost dropped it when I immediately saw the name “Celestia”. Getting over my initial shock, I saw that it was supposed to be for me.

“Dear Collin Kierkas,”

“There is… a lot of information that I must comprehend after this evening. I originally wished I could speak to you after the television wasn’t showing anything more about my country and my ponies’ lives, slightly changed and censored as it was, but I saw that you were already deep in sleep. I do wish to apologize whole-heartedly for the harm I must have caused to your mental and emotional health, as neither you nor I were prepared to meet each other in sudden circumstances as we did. However, I do value your generosity to host a guest such as myself, small as I was. The spell was a bit of a first test, and when I had first met you there seemed to be some complications with projecting my consciousness at first. I had to leave my body a state of an instinct driven animal as a ‘placeholder’ until my mind could come to affirm my sentience fully. Even after I met you again, and we started to talk, the spell wasn’t fully fixed. Right now, I sense the spell fading, and it may revert my consciousness back to my body in Equestria.”

“Thank you for everything, Mr. Kierkas. I am letting the spell fade while I am at the kitchen table. If I am in the previous state of the golem, or if the golem is in a new present state, please let me know the next time I visit.”

“Yours truly, Princess Celestia of Equestria, and apparent TV show actress.”

…

Well at least she accepted the fact she was being watched.

I wondered at that last part though. Golem in a new present state? Does that mean it’s going to be a semi-dead looking tiny horse in my kitchen.

I let the thought sink in for 3 seconds before rushing to the kitchen, bursting through the closed door rather loudly. I did not want a dead creature on the place where Millie and I eat, for God’s sake!

Instead of a dead creature, however, I discovered a tiny sleeping princess horse on the table. At least, I thought it was sleeping. I poked with my finger to wake her up, which was rude and possibly dangerous but I am also not a smart man, and the princess still slept. It was rising and falling as if it was breathing, but when I put my ear to it I couldn’t hear anything. So, when her consciousness is gone, the body goes into a silent sleeping state?

To test that theory, I decided to pick up Celestia’s body and violently shake it around.

Again, I am not a smart man.

Her limbs flailed about wildly, but when I stopped shaking her, her head flopped down on my thumb, with a small smile that some people wore when they were sleeping soundly.

And she was still out cold.

Dang. So I have an almost living Celestia doll now, instead of a plastic toy, and sometimes it’s fully living when the Princess decides to visit.

…

Not to be mean to her, but… screw Millie, I’m keeping this one!

Author's Notes:

Again, this chapter comes after a state of procrastination.

And again, it's from my college essay.

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I am really not good with prioritizing.

Also, let me know if anything seems off grammar wise. I didn't look through this one as carefully as the others.