((You are Anon))
 
>Too hot
>Too hot to function
>And not having any air-conditioning doesn't help at all
>You can't remember the last time it was this hot
>The northern west coast is supposed to stay relatively mild
>You take a sip of your massive cola that earlier accompanied a burger and fries
>To your dismay, the ice had all melted
>You start to find yourself lost in thought about a drink that could be colder than ice, but still liquid
>Duh, nitrogen... wait nevermind
>That could end badly
>You stare at the thermostat
>38 degrees
>And all of your American friends say it's cold in Canada
>Vancouver is strange though
>Sometimes you get a heat wave, sometimes you get snowed in
>This was the hottest you've ever seen it get though
>You decide to take your laptop outside with you and enjoy the hot evening
>Life is dull at the moment
>The only thing you are occupied with is your job
>Living alone in a house to yourself is kind of lonely
>Come to think of it, after all of that hard work, friends are out of touch now as well
>But now you are just looking at the glass half empty
>What fortune, what luck, that a twenty-four year old like yourself could become a writer
>You are doing something you love
>And getting paid for it
>But a relationship, friends, family
>What are they to you
>Maybe you like to be alone?
 
>You sit down in your back yard with your drink and laptop
>You lose yourself in thought
>Anything is possible, what's holding you back?
>You have good looks; short brown hair, nice build, relatively tall, barely any facial hair
>Ah yes, Ponies
>Maybe it is your love for My Little Pony that has you afraid of a relationship
>Well damnit if she won't accept it
>That would never be the right kind of person anyway
>You spy a large brown and black moth land on the side of the house, underneath the porch light
>It looks to be pretty huge from where you are sitting
>You walk over to examine it
>As you walk closer you realize how big it really is
>About the size of your hand outstretched
>Now normally, the immature side of you would have come out to play by now
>(I wonder how big of a crunch sound this moth will make)
>No... Leave the creature alone
>Something that big must have at least a pea sized brain
>You leave the large moth on the wall and watch it as it crawls closer to the light
>Bugs are nice, they remind you of when you were a kid
>When you caught them and caged them to your hearts content
>After an hour of deep thought and watching a moth while you sip away at your cold drink, you decide to start a piece of writing for fun, not for work
>Perhaps a pony inspired one
>As you begin to smack down on the keyboard at your solid 120 wpm, you look up at the moth and notice it's changed its position, as if trying to look at you
 
>You go back to writing and begin to get just a little bit lost in it
>After a couple minutes, you close up and decide to go to bed
>You take one last look at the moth, but double take
>It looks to have gotten bigger
>Nah, you're just tired
>You walk to the door and the moth flies into the house after you
>You are a little freaked out at this point
>Bugs are cool and all but this one followed you
>You decide to let it be and shut the doors to ensure it can be safe in your house, but not in your closet
>You take a quick shower and hop into bed
>Gotta be up at eight tomorrow to ensure you have time to complete everything
>Your whole life is more or less a nice game of chess
>Unfortunately the entire game is just pieces
>Pieces of you playing against yourself
>And thinking about someone taking the other side has been disregarded many times
>Six hours of sleep
>It should do you well
 
>Well, who doesn't wish they could sleep longer, but it was good enough
>You walk out of your bedroom, still in a daze
>You Grab a cup of coffee and notice the sun is shining right in your face
>Oh god not the eyes
>That wakes you up and you notice the curtain missing
>What the bloody hell
>Maybe it fell into the sink?
>No, it is not in the sink
>You do a 180 and see something that convinces you that you're dreaming
>A pony, one that looks like those of the show, has your curtain dangling from its mouth
>It looks deformed though
>It has a fluffy chest, two antennae, mothlike wings, and two deep black wide eyes
>It's kinda cute but you should really just wake up now
>You knew lucid dreaming would come in handy
>This is the realest dream you have ever felt
>You aren't waking up
>The adorable fluffy thing looks at you and drops the curtain
>It looks like a moth
>A moth pony?
>Come on, you don't take any drugs, and you know for sure that this isn't a dream so what the hell?