The horse appears in shining beam of light, glimmering faintly against the midnight gloom.
Even if she is a child, Catherine isn’t stupid; she knows unicorns are fairytales. They aren’t real.
But the creature in front of her feels very real. She can feel the unicorn’s soft hair against her fingertips, its hot breath washing over her palm, the crackling energy like static electricity that surrounds it. As her hand brushes its hide, a buzzing whine echoes in her ears, so strong that she swear she can feel it in her teeth, and every hair on her body stands on end. And then-
-she wakes up.
A bit of an experimental format, here. 🙂 Let me know what you think!
FYI, the title comes from the famous line from A Midsummer Night’s Dream:
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.