Daydream Part I

Today I sat on my fluffy feather bed, surrounded by my vintage eyelet duvet and vintage pink silk pillows, and looked out my window at the deep emerald forest and amethyst mountains and foamy azure ocean. As I sipped rosebud tea from a delicately dainty vintage teacup and stroked my miniature Cheshire cat, Mr. Gigglebottom, my thoughts turned to the day when I grow up and get married. When my prince finally comes.

So my lovelies, my question is this: is a white horse too much to ask?