I sat on a bridge looking down into the river's calm current, as the sun sent warm slivers of heat down my neck and back. Small whirlpools would form along the river banks, where protruding blades of grass disrupted the water's motion. I looked up to see none other than Ryan Gosling walking toward me.
"Oh my God!" I shrieked. He smiled at me. "I absolutely loved The Notebook." I gleefully added.
He took another look at me and then looked up into the sky and from his mouth he let out a soft, warm bit of laughter. I tried asking for his autograph but before I could he quickly turned his head back in my direction and looked directly into my left eye, almost as if he knew from the start that I was left eye dominant. He winked with both eyes at the same time. No not a blink, a double wink. It was breathtaking. I sat there mesmorized as Mr.Gosling turned into a magnificent and gallant stallion. This horse form of his still retained his original head.
"Hop on."
His voice sounded like melted butter mixed with the finest gold. Without any need for explanation I leapt onto his back, which then grew wings. After giving them a flap or two, Mr.Gosling's head turned around and once again he spoke.
"Hold on," he instructed.
I wrapped my arms around his strong horse neck. He began to gallop across fields of flowers and gentle streams, over mountains through my dream until suddenly I felt gravity being defied, as Mr.Gosling and I rose to the sky, and as we rode into the sunset, I shed a tear as I sat up in my bed.