There she was, as he pulled back the curtains. Playfully stamping her hooves in the street below, and bowing her head gently in the pale winter sun, jets of warm breath steaming from her nostrils in the cold early morning air.
He did not understand this power he had. The fantastic stories that filled his imagination before he fell asleep, he would then dream about, and when he awoke, there she was. Was he the only one who could see her, he wondered?
He would learn to harness the power in time, but for now, he was only 12 years old, and soon the image would fade. This beautiful creature would turn to walk back through the portal between the realms of fantasy and reality – until the next time.