The elephant in the small Yard

"I walked outside and there was an elephant just standing there, in a yard too small for it really, but that didn't bother me at all, didn't even question how it fit. It was swaying gently, calm, and I walked right up without any hesitation. I put my hand on its trunk and it curled slightly around my fingers, skin rougher than I expected but warm somehow, and this settled feeling spread through me just standing there with it. It blinked slow, looking at me with this huge patient eye, no urgency anywhere in it. I sat down near its feet at some point, didn't plan to, just did, and it stayed perfectly still above me like it was keeping watch. The yard got quieter the longer we stayed like that, sounds fading out into just its breathing, slow and steady. It stayed there a long while, no rush pulling at me. It finally stepped back, unhurried, and wandered off past the fence like the fence wasn't even there. I woke up still holding that same calm."