Falling
\nfalling
\nfalling,
\nshe found herself sitting atop what used to be her kitchen table,
\nno clue as to what spurred her transformation.
\nShe looked up, saw the once miniature figurines with which she had been working
\nnow enormous and staring back at her small frame. <\/p>\n
She was inside the fairy garden.<\/p>\n
To her left, the wooden house she had been building, no longer quiet and still.
\nIt now stood tall and full of flitting fae.
\nThe air seemed to sparkle as the creatures moved around their home,
\nwings never ceasing.<\/p>\n
To her right, the forest was guarded by an elder
\nan old oak tree privy to spells and incantations
\nwhich she had never dreamed could be real.
\nHe kept a calm smile on his stoic face,
\npointing her in the right direction.<\/p>\n
She began to walk into the forest she had once
\nbeen so involved in creating.<\/p>\n
As she reached the small pond,
\na rock sculpture of a beautiful fairy woman
\nbegan to move! She spoke to the girl,
\nher hair moving with the sounds of the water
\nbeneath her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWake up\u201d
\nshe whispered<\/p>\n
And the girl did.
\nShe looked around as she rubbed her eyes,
\nshook off a smile
\ngrabbed her glue and got back to work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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