I don't remember what I dreamed about last night, only that it was very pleasant. I woke up and smiled. It was a sleep like any before; immemorable and deep, without really granting me the pleasure of waking and feeling truly rested. Yet still, I smiled. I can't imagine what had come over me.

I poured myself a bowl of cereal and slowly eased into my day. I saw my letter from the night before and scoffed, crumpled it up and tossed it into the wastebasket. Sometimes I really hate the pony I become when my emotions become flared.

Pearl knocks at about 9:30 and I let her in. We smile and hug.

"How'd you sleep?" She asks.

"Well," I respond. "Still a little sleepy though." I couldn't remember how late I'd stayed up, or what the weather had been like. "How about you?"

"Pretty good," she offers. "How are you feeling?"

I shrug, "Better." I turn back into my apartment. She closes the door and follows, still curious. "I still don't really know who to choose, and maybe I won't..."

She sits on the floor and looks at me. I'm looking at my bed, still thinking hard. I mentally call out to Aura, who hasn't spoken to me since I woke up in the hospital. He's still silent.

"That's ok," Pearl suggests. "As long as you're feeling well, and happy."

"I know," I respond. Then I smile foolishly. "It's funny, isn't it?"

She cocks her head to the side and knits her eyebrows. "What is?"

I look at her and laugh a little. "Just... When I moved out, or maybe a while before, I was OK with the idea that I might not find my special somepony for a little while. I was... content in believing that there wouldn't be many stallions interested in me. Now, in the past month or so, I've gotten three." I look down, thinking of something else that's funny. "Well, two and a half, maybe." Pearl laughs along. "It's just... now that I've got what I thought I'd never have—"

"You're not sure you want it..." Pearl finishes for me. She moves closer and sits beside me. "I know how you feel. I've been living in the city for six years almost, going between school and work, thinking I'd never get a date. I think I've had two boyfriends in all this time. Took me the whole first year before I found the first one. From the looks of it, it took you just about as long."

I grin and sit on the floor next to her. "Sometimes I like to wonder what exactly happened in my life that changed everything so incredibly."

"What do you mean?"

I sigh. I always regret having to explain things like that. "Well..." It takes me a minute or two to come up with a reliable explanation. "You know about my journal, right?" She nods. "Well... you kind of mentioned last night, how I crave excitement. I have a tendency to really only write in my journal if something exciting happens. After I left Green Stables I kind of stopped for a while, because life was just so... normal. At some point, I came back to it, and my life just started becoming so much more interesting. There was suddenly so much more to write about."

"Wasn't it the night of your birthday?" She suggests. I give her a clueless look and she clarifies. "I... Well, we all read it while you were, recovering. You came back to writing around the night of your birthday, the night you were... you know."

"Almost raped," I include.

"Right," she agrees. "But, before you even wrote about that part you like, re–... revisited? Well, you went back to the previous year. You wrote about everything that had happened between your last entry and that night."

"So, what? What are you saying?"

"I... don't really know," she admits. "I just... You make your life interesting. You, you know, choose to. When you write... I don't know."

"I think I get it," I say. "Anything's worth writing about," I smile, "to a good writer."

"And everything's worth reading," Pearl adds.

I smile again but remain quiet.

Pearl comes back in, "You interested in going out some time today?"

My smile widens. "I thought you'd never ask."

She smiles wide like me and hugs me. "Wonderful, because karaoke night starts at six tonight, but we're gonna go to the park for lunch."

"Did you already have this all set up?" I demand while she gets up to leave.

She turns to me, but looks away with mock–embarrassment, and answers, "We may have been putting together a celebration for when you got out of the hospital. We didn't want to do anything you didn't want to, but I think the situation has changed."

I laugh, amused. "Not really."

"Of course it has," she insists. "We're going to the Mid-Summer Theater Revival Matinee this afternoon to quietly judge the amateur volunteer actors."

"They're not that bad," I argue.

"I know, but it's so much fun."

I roll my eyes jokingly, "You're incorrigible."

"Thank you!" She shouts, before turning to trot out the door. Once outside, she turns back for one last word. "Be there by noon, got it? You can tell me what 'encourageable' means." She winks.

I laugh. "Sure thing."

She's just about a gallop away when she stops again. "One more thing." I lift an eyebrow impatiently. "Don't stress about choosing before you get there. If anything... sleep on it, again."

"Yeah, sure," I mock. "Whatever."

She nods, then winks. "And just so you know our wager still stands!"

I want to ask what she's talking about, but she's gone before I get the chance.

I watch her run down the hall to the elevator and shake my head, laughing. I don't know how I would've lasted this long without her.

Now I've got some thinking to do before I go.

While I sat thinking about what to wear, my eyes drift to a box of private items stowed beneath my bed. I feel my face redden as thoughts bounce around quickly, which make me laugh at myself. Without thinking I lean over my desk and throw the window open. I catch Pearl just about to cross the street and shout to her, "Hey, Pearl!" She looks up. "Are..." I rub the back of my neck, a little embarrassed. "Are you doing anything right now?"

"Not particularly!" She calls back.

"Do you, maybe, want to go shopping?"