Title:           For you, MS Luna.
Author:          Anonymous
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/X9Sg3ucZ
First Edit:      Wednesday 18th of July 2012 12:50:56 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 18th of July 2012 12:50:56 PM CDT

>You sigh and turn off your computer.
>It's been like this every year.
>You take another gulp of the only thing you have to your name as of now, a carton of milk.
>You push down the rising loneliness, and return to your housework.
>You can only sigh and look to the dirty room which is your home.
>Your humble abode stares back with the bleak grey color.
>What you wouldn't do to-
>No, none of that.
>You grab the broom, and begin sweeping.
>After an agonizing five minutes, you throw down the broom, and plop into your bed.
>Screw cleaning the house, this was your birthday.
>You stare at the ceiling, as sleep silently over takes you...
 
>You awake to a jolt, shooting up.
>You hands feel the cold and the hard floor underneath.
>Your back hurts a little, as if you fell.
>You slowly rise to your feet, noticing the marble floor.
>Your eyes meet the azure blue walls, and the candles lined around it.
>You notice the thick blue curtains waving about, each flanking a path to the wide balcony.
>Your eyes then drift to a massive bed, and more importantly, the pony on it.
>No.
>Nononono
>This isn't possible.
>"Are you all right?" She asks, cocking her head a little, with the worried expression in her face.
"I'm- I'm-"
>You stagger, your heart fluttering.
"You-"
>"I?"
"You're..."
>"Luna."
>Your heart begins to race, as the lunar goddess slowly made her way to you.
>"Do you know me?"
"Of course I do."
>She smiles, and stops in front of you.
"Do you know me?"
>She stands on her back legs and rests her forelegs on your shoulders, and slowly brings you down.
>You silently follow her movement, and find yourself on your knees.
>"Of course I do."
>She finally answers.
>"Happy Birthday." She whispers, before giving you a soft peck on the cheek.
>She smiles shyly, and your eyes flutter close.
 
>You open your eyes, to see the empty ceiling.
>You sigh, and rub your cheek.
>It still felt warm, and you swear you could remember the pressure on your skin.
>You sigh once more, and look out of the window.
>It was dark already.
>It was a clear night, with a fool moon.
>You return to your computer, and off to the usual day.
>Not knowing a certain dark blue feather in your hands...