Darkness gives way to abstract shapes and colours which transcend into dreams. Pictures of forgotten places and loving faces of the past. Lanes of memories paved by frozen memories, some sweet and others bitter. But before she can sink too deep an unfamiliar voice pulls her back into the waking world. Bright blue eyes open to see a near white stallion standing over her. With the rising sun silhouetting his form he looked quite handsome, almost angelic. She felt her heart flutter against her ribs like the quiver of a butterfly's delicate wings. But of course she was not as young as she used to be and therefore she had learnt a few tricks in this courtship game. She wasn't intending on playing hard to get but she did want to be wooed.
"I am rather comfortable," she answered with a coy smile on her face. Looking up at him with her brilliant eyes framed by her white mask not even bothering to get off the long grass that was cushioning her chestnut form. For a moment she scans the nearby area looking for any other disturbances. "Seems rather peaceful to me at the moment," she stated before looking back up at him, "you look tired, why don't you lay down with me and rest for awhile?" She beaconed in a sultry tone.