Once Upon A Bed Again IV (Fairy Prose)

(This is a continuing something or other.  I hope it will be a fairytale one day.  Previous to this can be found here: https://balconyviewz.wordpress.com/2013/07/10/once-upon-a-bed-again-iii-fairy-prose/…and from there are links to two other installments.  I hope – over the weekend-  to have them in a page on my top  menu.  Thank you for following my tale.  If you have comments or suggestions, please feel free to leave them.  I think I am developing a plot.  I just don’t see it yet :P)

Dressing for Breakfast

My goodness!  I certainly hope your day has gone better than mine. It’s unfortunate that I must waste our storytime but, obviously, I have some explaining to do about exactly why this story is in an envelope filled with loose pages and all of the pictures are in the front and the story, itself, in the back. Well… not only do I believe in fairies but, as anyone with even the least amount of sense knows.  it isn’t any fun to get everything all at one time – especially fairy magic. Now, you could probably read this story in any order and still make sense of it. However, I have asked your parents, and babysitters, and older brothers and sisters, to make an honest attempt to read the story in order – one part an evening. At least the first time. They have also been instructed that young children are to be given all of the pictures at the start of each reading. I happen to know, for a fact, that children prefer the pictures anyway. If you are not given the pictures, you are to let me know right away.

Let me begin, where we left off last evening:

Not only are fairies difficult, but they are also very sensitive creatures. Although my own Bedroom Fairy, Brightly, was the most perfect fairy, there is Chloe to consider. She is not above or below perfection. Chloe is simply difficult and sensitive. For instance, she expects her magical maneuvers to be observed and acknowledged.

“You do not even notice where I am,” she said. I had come to get my daughter, Irene,  up for breakfast and ready for school. Admittedly, fairies were the last thing on my mind first thing in the morning, and I had failed to take proper notice of the fact that Chloe had so perfectly guided her dewdrop onto the night stand next to Irene’s bed.

Irene did notice. “Oh! Good morning, Chloe!” There were smiles and greetings into which I was not invited. Nor was I acknowledged. “Did you sleep well your first night guarding my bedroom?”

“Quite well, thank you.” Chloe stepped out of her private dewdrop and into her daily attire. It was Tuesday. Fairies wear certain clothing on certain days of the week. On Tuesdays, fairies wear pink.

“What color are you wearing today?” Chloe called out from the bottom drawer of the night stand into which she had neatly unpacked her clothes.

“I haven’t decided.” Irene was standing in front of her closet. She was almost 5-years-old and insisted on dressing herself and choosing what she would wear. Her mother and I had long ago given up on trying to explain, to Irene, that certain colors went together and certain colors…well… did not. We had given up so long ago that we actually liked color combinations such as yellow and purple, and we were beginning to believe that polka dots and stripes matched.

There were a few minutes of searching and finding and deciding against certain items. Eventually, Irene stood in front of Chloe. She was wearing a beautiful frilly green dress that had a lovely full bow in the back. Underneath that, she wore a pair of blue jeans. Her tennis shoes were barely tied and her socks were topped with lace.

Chloe was wearing the most lovely pink fairy gown. It hung just to her ankles and, when she moved, its skirt swirled all about her. She put on a pair of ballet slippers and sprinkled a rainbow of glitter in her hair.

They observed each other for a moment. Then, Chloe – who was tiny enough, after all, to sleep in a dewdrop – sat upon Irene’s shoulder. And that is how they arrived for breakfast.


3 thoughts on “Once Upon A Bed Again IV (Fairy Prose)

  1. Pingback: Once Upon A Bed Again V (Fairy Prose) | BalconyViewz

  2. Well, of course I like it. You are having fun and so am I.
    I’m having a hard time, because my oldest (just 7 on 11th) grandchild, Cora, just told me the other day, that fairies aren’t real, that you can’t see them, so they are not real. I am devastated. Both my daughter and son were raised with fairies as part of our world, and gnomes, of course. I used to run a tiny supplies store for a Waldorf school. The store was called, A Gnomes World.
    I got a few raised eyebrows when she said something about Jesus, and I asked if he was real and she said he was and I said, “How do you know, have you seen him?” I can’t imagine the questions she will ask when she goes to church with her great grandma…questions are good. I am in so much trouble here :<) BTW both my children went to church growing up.
    Patti, the trouble maker


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