x by LeMans

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/26906614/#q26988713

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>Birds are chirping beautifully even though it has no rhythm at all.
>Water rushing down a not-so-far away waterfall making slow-tempo percussion as it falls down.
>Sunlight beams make their way to the room through the windows.
>One of them made it to your face, wiping away the last bits of sleep in your eyes.
>And that awakens you to what it might be 8:30 AM, calculating the angle of the sunlight beam that hit your face.
>It will later need some calculation and a perfectly made graph in the floor that indicates the time depending on those sunlight beams.
>But you don't have even a split second for that.
>Work at Sweet Apple Acres is exhausting and a time devourer.
>And getting out of bed is harder than it usually is.
>Like this world's magnetic field has gotten a few pounds stronger today.
>But walking has gotten easier since you wiped away the sand in your eyes.
>Shaving is mostly needed. Ponies here are really judging when it comes to extra hair.
>Your ginger beard brought a thousand uncomfortable looks.
>Ever since Celestia badmouthed you about how disgusting, disgraceful, and a whole list of words with the dis- prefix you never knew even existed...
>The feeling still crawls on your back as if it was a harshly punishable sin.
>Ever since then, you put shaving before almost everything else.
>Even an offer of a nice and lovely slave.
>But that's not going to happen.
>There would be thousands of billows of Changelings happening through the years, and you will never have a slave.
>Thus, it would upset, or put you in an uncomfortable situation if they ever knew about it.
>For the good, never accept that offer.
>Even if in the nethermost of your heart, you actually want to.

>Every slice the knife makes to every hair string of your beard can be heard from miles.
>Every inhalation and exhalation is as loud as a nuclear explosion, even surpassing the waterfall.
>Precision is important here, since you're using a knife now.