I
woke still tucked between the sweaters, and still, to my disappointment, very
tiny. A quick check confirmed the
presence of fairy wings. I risked a
small peek outside of the drawer, but nothing in the room had changed. The lamp glowed softly, the faded flower-printed
covers of the double bed remained untouched.
As
I emerged from the drawer I realized I had no idea how long I’d slept. The endless twilight had not given way to
dawn—it never did. That hadn’t seemed to
matter the other times I’d visited, but now it left me cold. I wanted to know how long I’d been in this
room—or at least to believe that the clock was ticking down on this fairy
fantasy, and that soon I would wake up somewhere else.
Try
as I might, though, I could find no clock at all. In low spirits I flew out of the room, the
quiet now beginning to stifle me. Yet it
seemed unwise to make my own noise, so I flew in almost total silence back to
the restaurant, hoping to find Marietta this time.
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