I arrive at my desk and see Fiona’s birthday plushie of Rainbow Dash sitting there. I pick it up and look it over in my hands. It really is a nice plushie, perfectly show-accurate. I look back at my reflection in the mirror and then back at the plushie. An amusing thought crosses my head. I stand the plushie on the ground next to me, then get on all fours right beside it, and compare the two of us in mirror.

“That’s… pretty fucking surreal,” I mumble to the empty room.