I stand in the heart of a silkly white room,
my long white cotton gown swirls with the wind blowing through open windows.
Sheer white curtains adorn the windows,
moving as a brisk breeze makes it’s way into the room.
A sense of peace fills the air.
The room is round, a wooden floor moves out from the oversized bay windows, stepping down to a soft white circle of carpeting.
An enchanting white horse graciously gallops in circles around the room.
I reach out with my hands to touch her,
only she’s startled, she turns, and franticly runs in the other direction.
I wake, and wonder what does this mean,
night after night?