Raspberry's Second Life

Awake Non-Lucid

I'm on a road made of mud. It comes up to my ankles, and the air carries a light scent of hay. A fence runs along to my left.

I walk alongside the fence. Soon I come to a large stable. There are only guys here. Suits me. They're taking out horses and tack.

"Hey!" I call to one of them. "Hey, how much is it for a lesson here?" I want to change stables. This one looks as though it would suit me perfectly.

The person I called to turns around and looks me over. The other people study me, slight smiles on their faces. They look very arrogant. I keep myself standing straight, chin raised slightly, holding their gazes.

Finally, one of them says "£28 per hour."

I scoff. That was almost twice as much as I usually pay. "Well if you don't like it," he said, "you can go find somewhere else."

I turn, about to leave. Then I stop, and turn back. "No," I walk up to one of the horses, "I'll stay."

People carry on with their business.