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The room is dark, as I wake up. Maybe this should have been expected?

I can’t see anything, in the dark; but at least, I am in my bedroom. At first, it does feel as if it had been my bed.

I crack up my eyes, but it is still just as dark as before; I still can’t see anything.

The bed-linen is smooth silk, just as I recall from last night. My bed-linen, a comfortable lavender.

With a yawn, I relax; trying to remain calm, hoping Celestia will be raising her sun soon.

While I have a window in the room, but I can see no light coming into the room from outside; however, the light comes from overhead in but a few minutes.

First now, I can get a glance; slowly, I can make out the contours of the room. At least, at a first glance; it appears to be my bedroom, from all I can see in the state I am in. I had just woken up, after all. My recollection of the night before may be a little bit fuzzy on the edges, for some reason.

I fold up a corner of my quilt towards the wall, slipping a hoof out from under the quilt.

The room is still chilly and cool, soon starting to warm up; just as I can see the room slowly lighting up, permitting me to see more of the details of the room I am just waking up in. My room? For now, I still do hold out a sliver of hope that it is my home; that I am still in my bed, in the room where I had fallen asleep the other night. I am alone. I sigh.

As I look up, I see the LED starscape as if it had been the night sky covered with the stars I could have seen as I go out. It just is not the Equestrian night sky I had grown up with. Curious, Luna is the first constellation I can make out, out of the sea of stars in the sky over my bed.

“Luna would have loved this..” I ponder, as I notice the beautifully recreated starscape overhead.

Furthermore, I soon realize; the walls are laid with Oak-wood panels; making me think of home, as I lived in the Golden Oak Library as I moved to Ponyville. This memory brings a tear to my eye, all the memories of home welling up before my eyes as if it had been yesterday.

”Curious..” I ponder; ”while I recall living in a living oak tree; I never had wooden panels, like this!” I continue.

With that, I slide my hind hooves out from under the quilt; sliding down onto the floor, finding myself standing on my own four hooves.

”Clip, clop!” is heard, as my hind hooves are hitting the floor.

I have my nightstand to the right side of my bed, (the bed I had presumably slept in all night and where I had just woken up) just as I have the twin sliding doors to the two wardrobes on the hoof-end of the room. Other than that, the room is empty and void. Spartan, of you will.

The night stand, just as the frame of my bed, has been lacquered in order to preserve the oak wood they had been crafted out of -- leaving the surface glossy and smooth to the touch. While the surface of the polished oak wood is polished to a smooth finish and lacquered to a high gloss – it is still exuding a clear and highly recognizable scent of the oak I recall from home in the library.

”Oh..” I snicker.

At first, I had failed to notice where the door out of the room is, just as I had failed to pick up on how to open the door.

Only after I had stepped out of my bed, as my eyes had adjusted to the light; I notice the hexagonal black rubbery surface bordering the door frame. I step up to the plaque, tentatively lifting up my right fore hoof; gently pressing the frog of the hoof onto the plaque, only for me to feel the warmth underhoof as the door slides up before me.

”Oh..” I snicker; “this is new, but it still feels good!” I ponder.

Of course, the plaque had been placed in exactly the right spot; for me to reach it comfortably, so I can open the door to the room behind the door. The living room, of course. Or, would you call it a sitting room? Either way, it is the room I find behind the door.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I trot over the floor.

Once the door slides up, I step over the threshold; only for the door to slide shut behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold. Once the door had slid shut behind me, a fan quietly starts to rev up to ventilate my bedroom; in order to replenish the fresh air while I am not in the room, so I will have oxygen when I go to bed.

While I guess this should not have come as a shock to me; but the floor had been laid with oak wood parquet, polished smooth and lacquered to a high gloss finish I find comforting under my hooves. (Something I picture Rarity appreciating) The same flooring as I have in the rest of my home, except for the Mare’s room, shower and cloaking room of course.

Naturally, I had ended up on a balcony, overlooking the living room itself. Genuine, solid oak wood; polished and lacquered, just as I should have been expecting. It seems to be the pattern, or theme of my home, after all. How could I possibly be complaining, when it is reminding me of my old home in the Golden Oak Library? Even if it is giving me a short and delightful pang of nostalgia I just can not put a hoof upon, right now.

While the building had been destroyed, by the Centaur Tirek; the tree dead, on the account of just how much damage it had taken. I shed a few tears, as I am reminded of the loss.

I had lost so much, so many memories that fateful day; yet, I had managed to save, what is closest to my heart. Both Spike, my Nr. one Assistant and Owlowiscious, the Owl had come out of it unscathed and unharmed. The tree could not be saved, but at least something of it had been salvaged in the end.

I was given a new library, in my new castle; with room for so many more books than I had had before. I have none of these here, with me now. Just as I have none with me here, now. None of my friends.

At least, I had come out unharmed, I have a home and a roof over my head.

I am alive.

Maybe I can meet new Ponies, and make new Friends. Just as I may yet see my friends again? Will I? At least, I have hope.

I had managed to stop, before I ran into the railing of the balcony. It reaches up just an inch over my shoulders.

Had I taken another step, would the railing have stopped me. Preventing me to fall over, so I would have fallen down onto the floor below. I do not want to think of it, my memories are hurting enough; without considering, how I would have fared if I had fallen down onto the floor below.

To the left, I have the Mare’s room and the shower in turn. For now, I ignore both of these facilities on the account of not needing to use either, right now.

To the right, I find the flight of stairs down to the ground floor and my living room.

Before me, I can clearly see room for three now empty flower-boxes. I could plant something in these, any time I so please; once I had decided on what I want to see in them, once I had found something.

From what I can see, I have a total of four bedrooms; two on this side, and two on the other side. Both sides appear to be identical, just that they are mirror versions.

Each door has a black plaque on the right; with which I can control the door, aside from the light in the room.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I am trotting down the flight of stairs to the ground floor under my bed room.

I have my kitchen directly under my bed room; just as I have another flight of stairs down to the basement.

There is a three-seated cinematic sofa on the side of the living room under my shower and Mare’s room. Opposing the sofa, I can clearly see a black sofa. In horror, I find it looking as if it had been black Leather. Thankfully, I soon realize it is just black Silicone. No poor cow has died in order to cover the sofa I have in my living room. I sigh in relief. Moo-Ella comes to mind, and I see her face as I am looking at the sofa I had been given.

Pinkie Pie and Rarity would not have been pleased, had this indeed been a Leather sofa. Neither would Applejack, I am quite certain. Fluttershy would have been furious, outright Livid.

Neither of them are here, with me right now; but that changes exactly nothing, on this account.

While I may love the peace and quiet, for my reading and studies; but right now, it is still far too quiet for my liking. What I would not have been giving, for just a little bit of noise in the background; so I don’t have to feel alone and lonely. Nothing I can do anything about, right now, however.

Since I had just woken up, I would enjoy something to eat; I still do need my breakfast, even if I am alone.

”Clippity.. clop, clop!” is heard, as I end up on the ground floor, in front of the stairs up to the second floor.

After the sudden stop, before the stairs; I scan the room before me. Aside from the door to the cloaking room and kitchen, I find the cinematic sofa before me. How could I possibly miss it?

”Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I am trotting over to my cinematic sofa; promptly plopping down onto the first seat, enjoying a moment in the comfort it is offering.

While I sit in the sofa, I soon find the hidden space; hiding the fridge, containing Sparkle Cola and Rad Cola in plastic bottles I eagerly extract a bottle of Sparkle Cola, uncapping it as I levitate it out of the fridge; before I lift the bottle to my mouth, taking a swig and sip on the cool, fizzy beverage.

“Aah!” I sigh; “It's not the delightful tea, but at least my throat is no longer dry and I can stave off that early morning headache..” I ponder.