Justin

Sitting in his cousin's wheelchair he feels it moving backward, as a man approaches him to ride the horses. He sighs, "I am not dis....," but the man does not listen, and puts a helmet on Justin's head.
He notices the wheelchair is moving toward the ramp, and there are people waiting to help him get on the horse. His disabled cousin is there for him. Justin remembers his cousin has been riding for awhile, as the staff lift him onto the horse. He reconizes the faces, from working at this place before. It is weird being the handicapped person.
A lady keeps him safely on the horse. He figures this is a good free ride, and allows her and the staff to take care of him Something soft slides in front of him to support his frame. It makes the ride easier.
The ride is not long, and before he knows it they have him back in the chair. He is ready to switch places with his cousin, as he rests. He watches his cousin dismount, as Justin grows sleepy.
"Did you have a good ride?" his cousin asks.
"Not disabled," Justin responds, "but fun. I am sleepy."
Rubbing his hand, Justin's cousin smiles, "Just for today, Just."
Drowsily, Justin nods his head, as one of the assistants removes the helmet from his head.
"This must be a dream," he thinks to himself,"My cousin always needs his chair, except when ridding, but today he's giving it to me. He said "just for today," I'd be disabled, but I don't know how I would have gotten this way. I know I'm repeating myself but it must be a silly dream."
I try giving him back the chair, but he says I need it more than he does, until tomorrow.
I'm starting to remember yesterday when I touched the supposed magic pony who switches two people's lives for a days time. I wonder if that is why I am in my cousin's wheelchair.
I think, I'll go see the ponnies again. I ask my cousin to bring me, since my arms and legs feel weak, and I am feeling sleepy. He does not seem to mind.
"He sings to me the funny song I sang the other day to him, and the magic horse appears. My cousin doesn't seem to notice him, maybe only the wisher can. I say "Magic Horse," I say, and my cousin stops singing, and looks at me replying,'Tommorrow all will be normal." I believe him as he sings a song to me, and I try to sing along with the hard to understand lyrics. He says I sang this song to him, and it made him fall asleep like it is doing to me.