Waking up to the smell of coffee made my morning normal. As I sat up in my bed, however, I felt stomach pains. I sighed and stood, despite the pains. I was a fighter, and no matter the amount of pain, I'd fight it. (Sadly, this is how I am really...I hate being sick...and i get yelled at.*hee*) "Morning." I yawned as I approached Adam. He kissed me breifly and continued to read the paper. Back to normal. After a short breakfest of coffee and a single cookie, I went and took a nice long shower. As I took in the heat of the water thoughts swirled in a jumbled confusion.
After I readied myself, I put my coat on. "C'on Sweets." I called to my dog. She was getting older. Remembering when I first found her during the hurricane, I gave her a treat. I had saved her life.
Silently I walked out, my legs seemed to wander towards a certain place I was scared to go. At a glance I saw the silvery shadow I had seen the other day. Shaking my head I looked again. Nothing. Looking towards 'The Tree' I saw hoof prints. Walking up to them I bent down. They were somewhat fresh. Following their lead, I was led to the the shelter. After that, there were no more to be seen. As I walked through the doors, memories swept upon me. First I wandered to my old room there. Smiling to myself I remembered how that was where Adam first had propoused to me.
The room was empty and barren, any trace that I had been there during hard times was cleaned away. I sighed and began to wander down the aisle. Giddy horses filled each stall. Snorting and neighing to me as I walked past them. Stopping at a certain stall I memorized I gasped. Clasping my mouth embarssed I had gapsed aloud, despite no one was around, I peered into the stall once more. In there stood the grey app. that I had taken care of in the feild. Though she was far from it, she reminded me ever-so-much of my beloved horse. She was the first grey app. I had seen up close since Liza Jr. My pain kept me away from that breed and pigment. Now, looking me in the eye was a beutiful mare. She snorted at me as her round mudnight voids looked at me. She seemed as confused as I. Soothing words came as I slowly let myself into the stall. She side-stepped away from me at first, but soon adjusted. Daring not to near her, I stayed in my spot, as so did she. "Our problems are so different, yet we both understand, eh girl?" I talked to the horse. The mare appeared to be listening. "Some mess we're in." I sighed, and leaned against the wall of the enclosement. A moment of silence occured before she reached out her big head to sniff my hand. I slowly held it out to her. I held my breath as she took in my scent before a blast of hot air filled my palm. She took a step near me, then another. Inspecting my every detail, I remained still as she smelt my hair, body and coat. Finally she thrust her head into my chest. I smiled and took a step to her shoulder. SHe watched me as I massaged her neck and shoulder. I smiled, for at that very moment I knew a friendship had started. "If only I knew your story." I spoke as I rubbed her coat. The grey in return simply looked at me. Confusion still edged her eyes, but I could tell trust was beginning to form between us. "You know, you remind me much of my old horse, Liza-Jane. She was a great horse. Truely one of the best." I sighed, as a few tears trailed down my cheek. I don't know how long I stayed in there talking to the grey, who I had began to call Trix, but soon Charles came in looking worried. "Oh thank god, there you are!" He said. Embarassed, I apoligized and walked back to the apartment with him. He and Adam had begun to worry about me and thought I had gotten shot too. I assured them, and despite that, they seemed to watch my every move the rest of the day.
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