A large sigh overtook the small cabin as a door slowly closed. The lock was engaged as the only resident in the house, a small pony with a grey coat gazed at the interior. Still empty.

Nothing had happened to change this, nor will anything happen. He shook his head and walked over to a tiny circular table and placed a small pouch of bits upon it. Only ten this time, his best for the month. Though, it still wasn't enough to get the necessities he needed.

He had been scrounging around for bits, nopony wanted him hired. Who would? A stallion singing? With their natural voice? That would never happen.

Despite all that, he was surely caught off guard when he was still with his parents at a young age, just singing to himself in the bath. As soon as he stopped singing, he had noticed two things. One, his parents were in the doorway with gleeful expressions on his face. Two, he had gotten his cutie mark.

That would be what he called the happiest day of his life, and then as soon as he left, things only spiraled downhill.

True he didn't try to apply for a couple of gigs here and there because he was afraid of what other ponies would think of him, but he did, and the few he got were quite a surprise.

By that it meant that he wasn't that widely accepted.

After those short gigs he decided to just become a street performer, doing his thing wherever he could, and getting as many bits as he could from it. This proved to be a lot better than he expected, being able to grab himself a bunch more bits than he expected.

The best part about his day was when he went to sleep though, where the cold darkness that took his dreams and waking hours would become warm. It welcomed him, giving him a soft, safe place to hide away from his reality. No matter how short it was.

So when he saw his bed, nice and ready for him, he wasted no time into jumping into his warm bed, snuggling into the sheets with a smile, and closed his eyes and prepared for the warm silence of sleep take him in.