I was in that dream again.

Grass wet with dew brushed against my bare legs as I glided quickly through the meadow, barely feeling the ground beneath my feet. My eyes were scanning for another glimpse of the majestic creature I’d just gained sight of a moment ago before it bound between two large pine trees.

I knew if I followed the gorgeous white pony further into the woods, I would run into him again.

…

“Don’t touch me!” He raised his ...