The knight on a white horse came riding through the wind and swept her to an unknown place….
The dream always ended at this point, as she wondered where.
Nights are less scary now. The horse is a Big Black one, not white, and the rider is fully in control of directions and destination.
She sleeps in peace and occasionally peeks at the rider’s face.
The mirror is always a lovely place to look in….
The knight on the white horse is trailing behind, wondering if he can keep up with her dreams.
You’ve come a long way, Baby!
Author: Reena Saxena