My friend Sharon and I are riding in the backseat of a black sedan.

My eyes are closed and heavy with sleep.

Round and round we travel beside gigantic piles of fresh white snow.

Car slows, stops, Sharon and I get out and begin walking down a narrow road.

Sharon stops beside a white van.  I keep walking further and further down the road, surrounded on both sides by vehicles.

I turn around to catch a glimpse of Sharon in the distance.

I stop and open the door to my white truck.  The truck turns into a white horse.

I swing my leg over the white horse.

My truck has become a white horse.