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Under the magenta glow of twilight in the field of daisies, I rest my weary body within the meadow of flowers. The sun is a blur in the distance I care not to follow. Its distant relatives are invisible with the sun's light still dominating the sky. The moon nothing but a promise as it has yet to climb through the heavens. The shapeless fluffs that decorate the sky drift slowly. My gaze can not seem to form pictures amongst the clouds. I must be tired, but sleep gallops away. My feet are not quick enough to match sleep's speed. As night awakes, my vision darkens. Playful fireflies skip across daisy petals. I can not recall when everything went dark. Flickers of colorful light dance before me, surely I am no longer alone. These bursts of light don't reflect the mundane beauty of fireflies nor graceful eventide light. Catching my ear, a bout of giggles fills the meadow of daisies. Curious, for I was all alone when I found myself here.
The giggles creep closer, and as the noise overwhelms me, I hurry to blink away the dark. As if it were day, I find myself surrounded by tiny glowing bodies. They are like colorful flames, lovely in their gentle glow. With chubby cheeks stuffed with laughter, I feel myself wishing to join them. For several days I've been drawn tight with anxiety and weary with depression. The greenery of the meadow was to relax and massage away the strain of living. I fled to be alone, to disappear into nature, thus finding myself among the fairies. Maybe these adorable beings will spirit me away? Better to completely vanish than leaving a body behind for loved ones to find. I'll be less trouble that way. Resting upon my back as chuckling round faces peer down at me is causing unfortunate thoughts, best to sit up. Rising in the sitting position allows me to exam the accurate size of fairies. With a nervous hand, I gently touch the fae to my right.
She seemed not to take offense, and I carefully touch her hair with my middle finger. If I were to enclose my hands around the fae, there would still be room for her to move. Hostile eyes return to being playful as the other fairies observe my interaction with their friend. Nearer the colorful fae come, and I continue to familiarize myself with the one sitting in my right hand. As the fairies creep near, my vision gets obscured, and in a blink, I'm somewhere else. The meadow of daisies is gone, and the human-size fae replaces the ones that fit in my palm. I've entered into the land of the fay and am likely never to return home. It is not giggles that surround me, but ethereal music meant to enchant. I feel my limbs move against my desires, and I find myself in a dance. Trap in a daze, I go from one fay's arms to another, becoming an unwilling partner to any fairy who will have me. The longer I dance, the harder it becomes to break from the trance. Do I have to believe this is not what the fae requires of me?
Within the arms of the most stunning fae, I get kissed breathless. But from the kiss, I swallowed the wine of the fairies. All thoughts of home are doomed. My return to the meadow of daisies with dancing fireflies is impossible. Consuming food or drink from fairyland as a human is forbidden. My body trembles and hot tears glid down my cheeks. I'm mute and can do nothing as the fae who caused my fate wraps his arms tighter around me. I assume the fae takes my silence as consent as I get whisked away from the other partying faires. The ethereal music is a whisper as he guides me into the forest's depths. The unnatural glow of fairyland woods keeps me on edge. Our journey would have been romantic, but panic prevents me from settling. Although the fae and I grew more distant from the partying fairies, I can still hear the music. I remain haunted by the dance, which has led me here. Over and over, the obsessive thought of what will happen to me now weakens my knees. As the pain of falling claims my mind, I think to slip to force myself awake. The fae lifts me in his arms, and we depart from the ground.
In a mockery of romance, ferried through the air like a maiden to the marital bed. Then again, considering my evening so far, it appears that's where we're heading. I'm nervous about what is to happen, and my dry cheek becomes damp once more. The fae whose arms carry me hums as if to calm. His voice at least is pleasant as I spiral into mental depression. Flailing will cause me to plummet to my death. He'll outrun me for I can't fly. Asking to be let go is impossible, for I'll die once I leave fairyland. All I wanted to do was relax. Depart from the daily chaos my life had twisted into. The adorable fireflies skipping across daisies under a magenta sky were a slice of heaven for my mind. Unaware was I that I rested at the door of fairy kind. Some way somehow, I appealed to them enough for me to become a permanent resident of their land. However, if I had insulted the fae, I very well could have been killed. Dying by pixie dust isn't an appealing way to go. I feel a laugh break through my breast, a broken sound like my hopes to escape this fae.
He lands in front of a charming wooden cottage as whimsical as a youthful dream. Under different circumstances, I would love to live in a fantastical home compared to the cookie-cutter house that holds my childhood memories. Setting me down on the wooden porch, he opens the door and guides me inside. I can't even take a good look at everything inside as I am lead to the head bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, I gasp in surprise. The romantic setting is breathtaking. The aroma in the room is comforting, and I unwind. Only on my honeymoon did I dream of such a sight. Unprompted, I stroll further into the bedroom and sit atop the bed. Unexpectedly when I sat upon it, the bed felt perfect beneath me. Oh, what a dream, what a fantasy I found myself in. He stood before me then, and a gentle smile graces his lovely face. My calmer state seems to please the fairy. My lips can not help but greet his smile.
"This is better than being dead?" his voice breaks my silence.
"There are worst dreams, I suppose," I fear I won't stop talking.
Somehow his smile becomes brighter, "Don't worry from now on, you're my wife. I'll be sure such melancholy will never take root inside you again."
Hot tears accompany my final sentence for the evening, "Than I pray, you bring me happiness."
With the sun nothing but a promise, and the moon as the queen of the night, I became a fairy's wife. For if this is a dream, it is a dream I can no longer depart from anymore. But hearing, seeing, and feeling the fae I now call husband has caused me to realize I was never in a dream, from the start.
