Applejack, Abduction [spooky]

>She's sleeping, hat over her head, breathing heavily.
>You stroke her mane, running fingers through the golden hair
>Grabbing a tuft, you sniff it
>The sweet scent of apples and sweat fill your nose
>She stirs in her sleep, batting her disturbed hair with a hoof
>You draw away, stepping back, floorboards creaking
>You watch her from the corner of the room as she wakes
>"H-hello?"
>You know it's dark, you drew the thick curtains
>She moves her head up, adjusting her hat
>She can't see anything. It's dark.
>After a while she falls sleep, and you exit the room
>For months you do this, catching a whiff of her mane, sometimes tasting it
>Her vision has been failing, she's been receiving bed bug bites once a night
>Her hearing is suffering, her friends just think she's not sleeping well
>The doctors know nothing, they think she's growing old
>Soon you feel confident enough to let the moonlight in at night
>And stay beside her, your breathing no longer a danger
>Her perfect orange form in your reach, forever yours
>No more admiration from afar, she's all yours every night
>She'll wake up as always, seeing nothing, and fall asleep
>After several months, she's completely blind, deaf, bedridden
>She needs help being fed but knows the farm well enough to still buck
>What a stubborn pony
>One night, she lays asleep and her body is once again yours
>But you want more, you want more than the nights with her
>So you give her your greatest gift, 2 nights of restful sleep
>She remains unconscious when you bring her out
>Her dreams are silent in her deep sleep
>And the third night she wakes up
>She bucks the trees as she always did, but you were always there
>She sleeps as she always did, but it's not her bed
>Her family is gone and she never questions it
>Her friends are gone and she thinks they left her
>But you'll stay with her
>Every day the sun shines on your farm and stead
>And the apple of your eye remains yours day and night