Childhood. All those books I read during school, during bedtime, during chore-time. All of the obedience and disobedience and learning.
All the horses that drew mine eyes quicker than a pancake melted butter. All of the horses I dreamed about. I wish those dreams back into my nighttime to fight the others that sneak in, ghouls and ghosts to haunt me all the live-long day.
The games and pajamas. The treats and siblings. Mom and Dad’s bed.
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