Stream of consciousness tonight

Twilight Sparkle glanced at the floating flowers amidst the mildew crusted sky. It was dark out and the Canadians hadn't yet attempted to put out the enteral fire known as the sun.

She could feel the starry night grasping at her. Trying to draw her in, but she refused to let it, fully. She was Celestia's star student and she had the will to. 

The Night was very enchanting and it called out to her. Something was wrong though 
[another will... another place... another promise that was unkeepable..] 
She readied her broomstick. Not the one of a witch, but one of a worrior skilled in the art of basic housekeeping. 

The fire won't go out

Twilight's ears leaned against her head as she took in that voice. Who was it? Why did it scare her so?

[It was the sun, the other sun, from [redacted] grade]

It was herself. She felt something trying to reach out, something in the night. It wanted her badly to lean in. She remembered though:
> She could feel the starry night grasping at her. Trying to draw her in, but she refused to let it, fully. She was Celestia's star student and she had the will to.

So she wouldn't.

"Spike?" She asked, casting a spare glance down upon the uneven floor of Golden Oaks Library. He slept soundly, and he seemed alright. 

You can have Spike if you want

Spike is not yours to give

A stray banna was just there and...

She could cry in the bedsheets all she wanted...

Twilight Sparkle new that the faith of her favorite... 

...Applejack rolling a log...

...Rainbow Dash's awe inspiring Rainboom left the crowd in amazement...

...and she was running from something big, a threat


Twilight Sparkle's eyes fluttered open. It was daytime. A faint fear passed over her as some vague recollection of something eerie in some dream. Or was it, dreams? She had been having. 

Soon she got up, and the disjointed mess of memories faded from her mind. Never to be recalled again. 


What adventures in the night have you forgotten?