I'll tell you something you don't know. Something you probably don't care about. But it's out there, theyre out there... Sometimes when they think all the people are oblivious to their surroundings they come out. Fairies, fairies come out to play. They dance on your head. They play in your hair. Their only goal is to see how much they can get away with.
Only one in every thousand eight get to see fairies. I am one of the people who have. I saw her looking into my eyes that humid June night. Her hair was the color of wind, and she smelled of buttercups. Her lips were bright red and as full as the moon. Her eyes smoldered deep purple, and her touch was as light as a feather. She was the size of a light-switch. Her clothes were a dainty yellow, and looked as to have been made of flowers. She was smiling at me. Like she knew a secret, something that I would later find out. I wanted to ask her what put such a big grin on her face, but thought better of it. I might scare her away. She