My knight in shining armor rides up.
He steadies his stallion and scoops me up in his arms.
The danger from which he removed me rapidly fades from my mind.
We ride together in a direction unknown to me.
I cling to his torso and I feel safe.
Tomorrow, I may hate him, but today he is my escape.
I shudder at the memory of my place before his rescue.
I sleep sound in the warmth of his embrace.
And I dream of the day that, at last, this damsel shall become the heroine.