Restlessly, I turned over in my tangled sheets, the moonlight from the window behind my bed streamed down to show its milky light upon my face. I blinked slowly staring up at the full moon high up in the distant sky. I always had trouble sleeping, my mind constantly rampant with ideas. I turned my weary eyes to face the clock on the nightstand beside my bed. The numbers read 5:45 a.m. sleep was what I needed most but what I got least of. Soon my thoughts dimmed as my weary and tired mind finally allowed me to sleep.

The dream like any other was grand, the vastness of the green plains around me were shrouded in the setting sun. I walked contentedly towards a beautiful blood red bay horse. She was of the most delicate build graceful but strong in her execution. Every movement was graceful every action thought out. Her liquid blue eyes shone with a deep understanding of the world in which she dwelled. My eyes were fastened to her dark black mane unusual for a creature of her color. She shook her dished face at me, asking me to ride.

The oddly shaped white mark on her forehead was the purest white, like the color of snow. The proud mare preened her delicate wings and danced away from my touch. I had never seen something so perfect in my life her beauty was stunning. The golden horn atop her head shone like a bright beacon in the setting sun. I vaulted upon her back.

We started to run faster than I believed possible everything passed me by in a whirl my joy was profuse as I urged her to go faster. Then we leaped into the air, soaring high above the clouds, the sky was our home where we belonged. I felt the heady feeling of weightlessness as we plunged downwards following the setting sun back to the earth…..

Falling, plummeting down to the ground panicked I looked to my mount. She wasn’t there, I was plummeting fast towards the unyielding earth the air cupped my body pressing against it as it fell like a fragile precious doll that had been