>"Uh, y'all alright? Cat got'cher ton-" >You scream. A look of concern crosses her face as she notes your silence. The world begins moving around you like the swimming feeling when you're drunk, and each of your breaths feel labored and heavy. You must've had a wild night if y'all have ended up on the farm, no need mussin' yerself up before I take ya to yer folks." >You're stunned, as a horse is talking to you. She's sitting like she's people in a chair, one of her hooves holding a bottle with an apple on it, and a straw poking out the top. Her proportions seem off, and she's noticeably bigger than you. >She is a freckled, orange horse with a blonde mane and tail. You focus your ire in a glare at the direction of it. "Agh! Mother f." >You hear a feminine yet rusty chuckle at your expense. You recoil as your eyes begin to sting, shutting them tightly as you rub at your nose with this. Instinctively, you raise a limb to bat it, and something else round and green pops you in the nose. >The first thing you see is a mess of black hanging around your face and something bulbous, blurry and green jutting in front of your face. You take a deep breath and open your eyes. You feel remarkably anxious knowing there could be eyes on you when you wake up, but it does narrow down your options of how you want to wake up this morning. >It isn't often that you wake up with more energy than what you went to bed with, which seems to be the case, but it's even less often that you wake up without a clue of where you could be at. >There is someone else in the room with you. A comforter? You mull for a second in silence about what you were doing last when you hear something that you swear makes your ears actually twitch: lips slurping a unseen drink. You're warm, which you credit to some sort of unfamiliar thick covering over your body. Given that you can't recall a damn thing and you seem to be on a bed, it was a next day scenario. Unless you had the foresight to set an alarm or it was somebody's responsibility to wake you, your period of unconsciousness could vary from a few minutes all the way into the next day. You often awoke in places with your limbs sunken into whatever surface you were on, your new start in whatever day you were on would be almost always sore - and these naps were unpredictable, too. Maybe the resource you gleamed this idea from was a mix of complete bunk and wishful thinking, but you never became the spry and attentive person you wanted to be. Maybe you just weren't geared for this kind of training. You would be more efficient, if you could just stomach the detrimental effects for a time. Then, after a period of this, you would slip into REM sleep faster. You read or heard something way back when that if you continually deprived yourself of rest, your body would begin to suffer. You thought that if you were stubborn in your efforts, your body would adapt to your desires. >It probably had to do with how little sleep you elected to have. >Waking up was always a vulnerable time for you.
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