Disclaimer: I don't own the Phantom Stallion serious, it belongs to Terri Farley. No suing.
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Sam rolled over; her clock's block numbers told her it was 3:05AM.
Sighing she slipped out of bed. She pulled on her warm fuzzy slippers and opened her door.
Stepping lightly and carefully, she slowly made her way downstairs.
At the door she pulled on her sheepskin jacket and walked out on the porch, making sure the screen door didn't slam behind her.
The moon was full, and although the skies were cloudy, it still shown brightly. Making the snowy ranch yard look as if it was littered with diamonds.
Sam hesitantly walked across the yard, not wanting to totally ruin the beautiful scene.
She sat down on the big rock by the side of the La Charla River.
Feeling snow falling on her auburn hair, she turned her face to the sky and felt the cool powdery snow fall on her lashes.
At a childish impulse, she stuck out her tongue and giggled. Suddenly she heard a low snort. There, across the river, stood The Phantom.
Sam gasped at the sight.
The Phantom stood in the snow, his winter coat shimmering in the bewitching moonlight.
He tossed his head, his thick forelock flying. Sam slowly stood up and walked closer to her side of the river.
The mighty stallion stomped his hoof, making the shimmering snow fly around him.
"Zanzibar . . ." She whispered.
Out of the moon beams, The Phantom's daughter, her mare Tempest, was formed. She stood beside him and threw her delicate black head up. His nostrils flaring, breathing deeply of the fresh winter air. The Phantom reared, and then . . . They were gone.
Suddenly Sam felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and woke from her dream.
Sam felt her husband's strong comforting arms around her. She lay there thinking about her what her dream could have meant. She hadn't had a dream about The Phantom in ages, and he'd been gone for three years.
Another sharp pain ripped through her abdomen and she gasped. She heard her husband's groggy voice asking her what was wrong.
She suddenly understood what the dream meant.
"I think its time." She whispered.
"You mean . . ?" Sam nodded.
"Jake, the babies coming."
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FIN.
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