It was like a fantasy world. Glistening pink and purple clouds, sunshine clear as day, and the most beautiful white horse anyone had ever seen. Her name was Thistle.
Her sparkling purple eyes shone so brightly in the evening sun like glitter to a lamp, seeing right through me as if reading my mind. As I stroked her mane, I thought about the days we could have together.
"Thistle," I whispered softly.
Her head turned to me upon hearing her name. She leaned in towards my voice and listened closely.
"From here on out, I promise to take care of you. No matter where life takes us, we'll always be best friends."
I heard a whinny come out of her, and soon I found myself sitting on top of the saddle someone long forgotten had supplied to her. I nudged her gently in her side and said, "Let's ride, babe."
Upon hearing that, Thistle reared up proudly. A neigh was all I heard, and soon we were off into the neverending sunset.