My special thing

My Special Thing

I remember cuddling, for the first time ever, my fluffy white pegasus. It had a soft poofy main and tail. My pegasus had  big bold black eyes that would stare at you as you walked past. Every hospital visit, funeral you would see me cuddling it.

I remember waking up and remembering how I had to go to hospital. Turning to my side try get back to sleep, my eyes met something joyful. I couldn't  believe it, I wasn't scared anymore. I felt brave. I felt confident.