03: Zoey

I try to close my eyes even tighter. Trying my upmost best to ignore the sun's greedy touch. To no prevail. A few more minutes, just a few more minutes, I thought as I turned on my left side. The softness beneath me is a different kind of comfort than I am used to. I placed my palms down to feel its consistency. Lazily I open my eyes, to take in my surroundings. Hay? This isn't my room! Where am I? Had I been sleepwalking again? Rays of sunlight breaks in through the cracks in the walls and ceiling. I sat up straight and pulled a few ears of hay out of my bed laid hair. Slowly making it towards my feet and inched closer towards the stalls doors. Push it open and look outside at the scenery that stretches out before me. It's picturesque. A perfectly miraculous view of wilderness. Animals roaming freely in the open space between us. I'm starstrucked. Am I still dreaming?

I rubbed my eyes, trying to rid them from any access sleeping dust. The result remains the same. Apparently this isn't an illusion. Curiously the animals inched closer. I counted six in total. Six admirable creatures. A beautiful white dove flew down and sat down on the back of a rather peculiar elephant. Colorful tattooic patterns decorate his massive African roots. Amongst the others I've noticed an adorable light brown quokka, (a creature that I've only ever read about in books). A gorgeous white rabbit with a hodgepodge of black spots. I noticed a studding silvery white wolf. The last of the six, is a pearly white stallion. There's no mistaking it that she's the same mare from my dream. I am dreaming, I must be! Horses can't talk, I thought as I recall bits and pieces of my most recent dream. "She's of rare beauty, but she looks so sad," the rabbit told the other animals in a tiny voice. I facepalmed mentally and gave a weak little laugh. What's with this weird dream? Perhaps I should ask someone to decipher it when I wake up. Maybe it means that my life is about to take a chance for the good. Heaven knows how I can't really take anymore bad news in my life. "She's loosing it guys," the quokka stated. They seem to be talking about me, even though I'm standing right here. This is some weird ass dream! "You seem to be a little distorted. Are you okay, little one?" Courage, the white stallion asked me. He airy voice filled with concern. It took me a moment to get all of my ducklings in a row. "Now I know that I'm dreaming. Animals can't talk," I said in a panicked tone. The animals shared a glance that I find rather uncanny. I must be completely off my meds, for talking to animals. Their actually talking to me!

The dove flew towards me and sat down on my shoulder. "Remember me?" The bird asked me casually. Isn't it the same dove from yesterday evening? Now I'm dreaming about birds too. This is slowly beginning to freak me out. "This must be some weird coincidence. It has to be," I said as I faked another plastered laugh. "She's in utter denial," the silvery wolf stated to my surprise. What is she talking about? In denial of what? "You're not dreaming, little one. You've been awake this whole time," Courage assured me. I gave them an once over. Quickly complete darkness consumed me.