I
woke up as a fairy in the empty restaurant next to the woods. I suppose I always knew when I wanted to live
in the dollhouse in the attic that my hopes and dreams beat inside of a tiny
heart. But not until I opened my eyes
and found myself crouching in the furthest corner of the kitchen pantry did I
know for certain.
I
had been gone for a year—where, I couldn’t say.
Some industrious housekeeper within had thrown huge dust covers over
much of my memory, but I wasn’t sure I minded.
Something about the twilight endlessly falling over the woods told me
that the last good day had been long ago.
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