The horse That walked Up to Me

"I was standing near a fence in a field that stretched further than any real field, and a horse came walking up on its own, no hesitation, stopped right in front of me like it had somewhere to be and this was it. I didn't feel any need to be careful around it, just reached out. I ran my hand along its nose and it leaned into it a little, warm breath against my fingers, this calm settling through me just from that small contact. It blinked slow, watching me with an eye that felt more patient than any animal's should. I climbed the fence without much thought and it stood still for me to get close, didn't spook at all. I leaned my head against its neck at some point, just standing there together, field quiet except for its breathing. I stayed like that a long while, no urgency anywhere. It eventually turned, ambled off across the field unhurried, grass swaying where it passed. Woke up still carrying that same loose calm."