I shrink down closer to Oreo, making us go faster than the wind itself. My hair tangles, flying behind me like a flag.
I pull on Oreo's mane and she turns sharply to the right. We race through a shallow river Her hooves kick up water, making waves and designs.
I feel sunlight beating on my back, scarlet, auburn, orange, pink. Oreo's once newspaper-colored hair is tinged with beautiful colors.
We race through clearings of trees, and then escape again into open air. I snuggle down to the bulging muscles in the horse's neck, and slowly let my eyelids close.