Saturday 27 August 2016

Waking up


I woke up just as my foot hit the grass.
I felt around next to me, but the dog who smelled like cake had gone.
In fact, I was no longer in the woods.  I was in a bed, in a room. 
Not the room, however, in the Great Hall.
I felt my back.  The fairy wings had gone.  

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