Falling
falling
falling,
she found herself sitting atop what used to be her kitchen table,
no clue as to what spurred her transformation.
She looked up, saw the once miniature figurines with which she had been working
now enormous and staring back at her small frame.

She was inside the fairy garden.

To her left, the wooden house she had been building, no longer quiet and still.
It now stood tall and full of flitting fae.
The air seemed to sparkle as the creatures moved around their home,
wings never ceasing.

To her right, the forest was guarded by an elder
an old oak tree privy to spells and incantations
which she had never dreamed could be real.
He kept a calm smile on his stoic face,
pointing her in the right direction.

She began to walk into the forest she had once
been so involved in creating.

As she reached the small pond,
a rock sculpture of a beautiful fairy woman
began to move! She spoke to the girl,
her hair moving with the sounds of the water
beneath her.

“Wake up”
she whispered

And the girl did.
She looked around as she rubbed her eyes,
shook off a smile
grabbed her glue and got back to work.