In case you missed something:
If You Dream of Fairies - I
If You Dream of Fairies - II
If You Dream of Fairies - III
If You Dream of Fairies - IV
If You Dream of Fairies - V
If You Dream of Fairies - VI
If You Dream of Fairies - VII
If You Dream of Fairies - VIII
If You Dream of Fairies - IX
If You Dream of Fairies - X
If You Dream of Fairies - XI
If You Dream of Fairies - XII
If You Dream of Fairies - XIII
If You Dream of Fairies - XIV
If You Dream of Fairies - XV
That night Liz dreamed of fairies. But this time, the dream was different. A little fairy flew up to her, circling her head just as the fairy had done in the garden that summer. But this time the wee creature landed on the ground and began to grow. She grew until she was about a head shorter than Liz. Liz’s eyes grew wide as the fairy smiled at her. She hadn’t thought it possible for a smile to be more beautiful than Maria’s, but this fairy’s was. This smile was pure beauty and love. It enveloped Liz with a sense of warmth and well-being. Liz had never really been unhappy in her life, but this was different than not being unhappy. This was pure unbridled contentment. It was more than that. This was bliss.
The fairy put her hand on Liz’s shoulder and spoke. Her voice was as sweet as the bird’s first song in the morning.
“Dear, sweet Liz,” she began, “I’ve tried to talk to you so many times.”
“Why…?” Liz couldn’t complete the sentence or even the thought.
“I was too small. You couldn’t hear me. I had to think of a way. I think this will work.”
Liz nodded her agreement.
“We’ve watched over you and Maria since you were wee babes. We used to flutter over you all the time, we loved you so much. Your soft baby skin reminded us of the flowers. You were such sweet, lovely babes. I think some fairy dust inadvertently fell on Maria the first time she was brought to the garden. We don’t have as much control over where it lands as we might like.
Once a person has been touched by fairy dust, there’s no taking it back. That person is charmed.
Some of us wanted to sprinkle some on you, too. Some thought it would be fun to watch a charmed child grow up next to an untouched human child. Do you understand?”
Liz nodded again, unable to find words.
“But when you discovered our door, we decided it was fated. We needed to charm you as well.
Babies are charmed instantly and completely, but older people require a little more effort. When mommas bathe their little ones, the fairy dust sort of just gets rubbed in. When you jumped in the shower you washed a lot of it off. You’ll probably never have to clean that bath tub again, by the way.”
“So that’s why I got a raise in my allowance.”
“Yes.”
“Charmed indeed.”
“Indeed.” The fairy and the girl exchanged familiar, comfortable grins.
“We tried to sprinkle the dust without you noticing, but you were so attuned with us. We couldn’t sneak anything past you, sweet, smart, observant child.”
“Keebler helped.”
The fairy bestowed a smile on Liz that was somehow even sweeter than the original smile had been.
“You’re charmed now. You’ll probably not see us again. You may even forget about us altogether.”
Liz shook her head vigorously in the negative.
“No, sweet Liz, the time for fairies is drawing to a close. It’s as it should be.”
A single perfect tear made its way down Liz’s cheek.
“Don’t cry, dear one,” the fairy said, gently touching the tear and making it disappear. “Everything is as it should be.”
She shrunk back down to fairy size and flew away.
The fairy put her hand on Liz’s shoulder and spoke. Her voice was as sweet as the bird’s first song in the morning.
“Dear, sweet Liz,” she began, “I’ve tried to talk to you so many times.”
“Why…?” Liz couldn’t complete the sentence or even the thought.
“I was too small. You couldn’t hear me. I had to think of a way. I think this will work.”
Liz nodded her agreement.
“We’ve watched over you and Maria since you were wee babes. We used to flutter over you all the time, we loved you so much. Your soft baby skin reminded us of the flowers. You were such sweet, lovely babes. I think some fairy dust inadvertently fell on Maria the first time she was brought to the garden. We don’t have as much control over where it lands as we might like.
Once a person has been touched by fairy dust, there’s no taking it back. That person is charmed.
Some of us wanted to sprinkle some on you, too. Some thought it would be fun to watch a charmed child grow up next to an untouched human child. Do you understand?”
Liz nodded again, unable to find words.
“But when you discovered our door, we decided it was fated. We needed to charm you as well.
Babies are charmed instantly and completely, but older people require a little more effort. When mommas bathe their little ones, the fairy dust sort of just gets rubbed in. When you jumped in the shower you washed a lot of it off. You’ll probably never have to clean that bath tub again, by the way.”
“So that’s why I got a raise in my allowance.”
“Yes.”
“Charmed indeed.”
“Indeed.” The fairy and the girl exchanged familiar, comfortable grins.
“We tried to sprinkle the dust without you noticing, but you were so attuned with us. We couldn’t sneak anything past you, sweet, smart, observant child.”
“Keebler helped.”
The fairy bestowed a smile on Liz that was somehow even sweeter than the original smile had been.
“You’re charmed now. You’ll probably not see us again. You may even forget about us altogether.”
Liz shook her head vigorously in the negative.
“No, sweet Liz, the time for fairies is drawing to a close. It’s as it should be.”
A single perfect tear made its way down Liz’s cheek.
“Don’t cry, dear one,” the fairy said, gently touching the tear and making it disappear. “Everything is as it should be.”
She shrunk back down to fairy size and flew away.
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