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- >Fierce thunderstorm raging outside.
- >It’s not helping your insomnia.
- >You decide you could go for some more of that inane ‘pet therapy’ one of your friends mentioned.
- >You move through your house quietly like you did back in the unit until you realize that the enemy isn’t waiting around the corner.
- >It’s just a bad night. You’re not always this tense. Perhaps it’s because the first anniversary of your discharge is in a week.
- >Before these thoughts get any worse you wander into your bathroom and take out your pills from the medicine cabinet.
- >You do all of this in the dark because that’s where you spent five years until. . .
- >When the lightning illuminates the room you’re in from the window you flinch and wonder if you have been spotted. You should have been more careful.
- >You swallow the pills dry and sneak into your kitchen because old habits die hard.
- >Your turquoise Pegasus fluffy pony is fast asleep in a large tub filled with kitty litter.
- >When a bad storm rolls in, you make her sleep in there after you feed her a slice of cheese with a downer hidden in it.
- >You don’t like confining her to a cage as it reminds you too much of things the medicine won’t help you forget, but she would make a mess of the house if you let her run around with all the scary noises going on outside.
- >You poke your fluffy pony in her side until she drowsily rolls over and looks up at you.
- >”Mowning,” she mewls.
- >”Not quite. You want out?”
- >”Yes pwease,”
- >”Did you do your business?”
- >”Nuu, I do dat now.”
- >She wanders over to the corner of the tub she has been keeping her waste in and relieves herself.
- >”I done.”
- >You grab her by the scruff of her neck as gently as you can with one hand.
- >You make her lay on her back while you brush some of the liter off her belly.
- >It’s easy to do this to an animal that trusts you completely.
- >”Munstas still in cwouds. Dey stay in cwouds? You no wet in to get fwuffy?”
- >”Of course not.”
- >”I wuv you. Can fwy?” she asks.
- >”Sure, we’ll glide. Let me turn on some lights first.”
- >You would rather keep the whole house dark, but you want your fluffy to see where she’s going.
- >Carrying her with one hand, you place her on top of your bookcase, which is the highest point in your home.
- >She squeaks a little when the house shakes from the reverberations caused by a particularly strong bolt of lightning, but she doesn’t panic or urinate in fear because she handles these things better when you’re around.
- >You sit down on the carpet and signal your fluffy pony to glide.
- >She does so. Her little wings buzz audibly as she flaps them with all her might.
- >She glides right into your lap. It is a thrilling experience for her no matter how many times she does it and though she may be a little loopy from the downer, her enthusiasm manages to shine through.
- >This is much better than drinking yourself into a stupor while you try to answer impossible questions.
- >Eventually she just wants to snuggle in your lap and you move to the couch.
- >”Wiw I evah fwy?” she asks, slightly disheartened.
- >”You just did.”
- >”Nuu, not same.”
- >You’ve had her for about a month and she asks this question constantly.
- >”You’ll only be able to glide and you should be happy that you can do at least that. We can’t have everything we want.”
- >For example, you’ll never get your right hand and most of the arm that went with it back, but you sure can hope that it will miraculously return.
- >”Besides, you don’t want to be close to the monsters in the clouds, do you?”
- >She gasps. Perhaps this time she will remember the lesson.
- >“You wight! I wan’ stay cwose to daddy ‘cause he pwotect me fwom munstas!”
- >They wouldn’t even give you an i-Limb.
- >After everything you’ve done for your country.
- >”Daddy?” the fluffy pony mewls.
- >She has noticed that your mind has gone to the Bad Place again.
- >”I sowwy. I gwide and be happy I can.”
- >If only it were that easy to ease your own inadequacies.
- >Perhaps in time you will recover.
- >For now, you’re still taking it one day at a time.
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