Shabby, torn fabric, stained by weeks of travel and bleached from the harsh sun. Long, thin sticks held the fabric up so it formed a triangle with the earth. The sticks were buried deep within the shifting orange sand to hold off the blistering wind.
Tent, Desert
the man sleeping inside.
his horse
I am a horse owned by a man. I run very fast. I have a sleek brown coat.
Hey man, you okay over there? You must've drank a lot if you think a horse is talking to you Just getting the news from the horses mouth.  Always wondered why the long face.  How are you? That's a good one, never heard that before! Actually I've never spoken to anyone before! My name is Steed. Loyal and trusted horse to my master Chad Brosworth Pleasure to meet you, fine Steed.  Tell me, what adventure brings you to my torn tent? Well I live in the barn just across the yard. I saw you over here taking Peyote and thought I'd come check it out. I'm always so bored and lonely in my barn. How long you in town for? Who knows how long I will be here, my usual place is in the castle, entertaining the nobles.  Peyote gives some of my best material, I'm a Jester you see.  What does your master do? You see this fabric here? He likes to dress me in all different kinds like this and pretend I am his wife. It's a little weird but he gives me lots of hay and carrots so I put up with it. It's pretty windy out tonight, good idea digging your support sticks into the ground like you did! A strange arrangement, but better a horse in the barn than no horse at all I suppose.  The wind seems harsh tonight, is your barn warm? It will do, if it ever gets too cold I just go for a quick run, I'm the fastest horse in town. Want to see? Absolutely, it make wake me out of my drab and weary state, race on fine Steed, show me your speed. Get on my back you intoxicated man I will show you the fastest ride you've ever had! Hoorah!  Something to finally be awake for!  Race on!