Maybe it’s just because of how long its been sense I’ve slept in an actual bed, but I couldn’t seem to sleep properly in Calico’s guestroom, my body was so used to sleeping on the bare ground, floors or random benches somewhere that the cushiony feeling of a very good bed was almost painful for my back. I ended up pulling some of the pillows and a blanket off the huge bed as I tried lying on the couch, but alas…even that was too soft, so I ended up finding the most plush area of the thick carpet and rug and laid down there. As one could expect…my horns and tail make it extremely awkward for sleeping on my back or even my side to an extent, so I’ve always slept on my stomach, it’s the only way I possibly can sleep comfortably, my horns are the biggest issue; I have to like feed and stuff things under the curve of them so I can sleep with my head ay any kind of angle that wasn’t all, but face down. At least I don’t have wings, I’ve never had wings or known someone with them very well, so I can only guess how awkward it must be to sleep with wings…or multiple horns or multiple tails. I have enough issues with one tail and one set of horns that I could only assume the worst when it came to something like more than one set of horns.

              Other than that…I slept quite well to be honest, it is not all too often I get to sleep with a roof I’m welcome under over my head, or generally any kind of bedding aside from the stuff I carried on my person at all times while wandering. I don’t know how long its been sense I’ve had a decent pillow that wasn’t so used that it was almost 2D because of how flat it had been compacted. I curled up on the rug as I wrapped myself in the blanket as I nestled my face against the pillows as I sighed deeply, just…comfortable. It was weird how much more like a person I felt with real food and a shower, but the fact the bed was well…too comfortable and that the only place I could sleep was the floor…that was a harsh reminder of how used to being homeless my body had gotten.

              Maybe it was because of being not only in a different plane of existence, but that that plane is Glimmerstand; sleep came to me very, very easily and very deeply, but…much more restful as well, when I’d wake up a little more when I turned over or adjusted…there was this vague feeling of almost electricity coursing through my skin and muscles, not painful, just there. I could only guess that it was the magic of the realm entering and coursing through my body, but I’m not sure. No dream per say happened that stood out in my mind; there were flashes of things…memories that shot through my mind at the speed of a gatling gun that as I recalled them all, but made me shoot to sitting straight up and my chest tight and constricted feeling a bit as I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I sighed deeply as I ran my hands back along my head as I turned and laid back down, my arms out in front of me across the pillow with my chin digging deep into it as I breathed deeply.

              “No…no…” I said quietly as I shook my head a little, “it’s…it’s all gone…hopefully” I whispered as I reached above/behind my head as I rested my hand in the crux of the first curve of my horn, the familiar burning pain of…having them broken so fresh on my mind despite how long ago it happened that I am still the only person who can touch my horns. I have such bad memories when it comes to physical touch that…the idea of having my hoofs, horns or person looked at…even by a doctor made me feel like my skin was full of skittering bugs. I turned onto my side as I adjusted how my horns wrapped around the pillow as I wrapped myself tighter into the blanket and drew my knees higher to my chest as I wrapped my arms around my legs as I tried to get back to sleep. My horns, my tail…even my hoofs and hands all had this feeling of deep, throbbing pain that was purely from the memories; even if they happened before I was eighteen, my body was so scarred internally and externally from everything that happened to me that just remember that they had been injured made my body recall just how badly they hurt before.

              I almost covered my head with the blanket as I tried to keep the memories away; trying to breathe slowly and deeply, but my chest felt tight and dry, each breath taking far more effort to take in along with letting it out, my ears were like conch shells where all I could hear was the blood rushing through them and my throat was so dry that I could feel how rough and scratchy my breathing was…like sandpaper. I gripped and scratched at the floor and myself as I tried to get comfortable to go back to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes those flashes of memories flew past my mind again and my lungs went back through the vice. I’m not sure if it was either exhaustion or something that eventually led me to falling asleep or passing out, one of those two, I couldn’t tell you, what I can tell you is that it had to be at least a few hours that I laid there on the floor, unable to sleep; endlessly tossing and turning as I tried to all, but physically fight off the memories that chose to plague me that night. I ended up crying for a bit, pressing my face into the pillow as I tried to keep myself quiet, nervous that the smallest of noise may alert Calico.