“I’m sorry,” Gwen said.
“No. It isn’t your fault.” She followed Gwen back to the nightstand where they resumed their original seating arrangement. “I’m frightened by the fact that someone could do this to you.”
“Why? Who am I? I wasn’t a fairy too, was I?”
The fairy laughed so hard that she would’ve fallen off her perch on the alarm clock if it wasn’t for the fact that she had wings.
Although she suspected that she was being laughed at, Gwen couldn’t help but smile at seeing the small creature happy for the first time. “I’ll take that as a no then.”
Tressa sighed, wiping tears of mirth out of her eyes. “You were never a fairy, but you do have magic. A great deal of it.”
It was Gwen’s turn to laugh, but more in disbelief that anything. She was the opposite of magical. “I need to call my boss before they mark me down as absent.”
“Could you maybe go to the kitchen or something? Do you know how to turn on a coffee pot?”
“Yes,” Tressa said, “I’ll go start your coffee for you.”
When Gwen got to the kitchen, the fairy was just sitting there in front of her Keurig with her hands on her hips, looking as if she were insulted by the thing. “What are you doing?”
“I can’t figure out how to work this thing. Too many buttons.”
“That’s fine. I can do it myself, anyways,” Gwen.
“But I wanted to help,” Tressa said, continuing to stare at the coffee machine and crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Here. Like this.” Gwen showed her which buttons to push and how to put it in a new coffee pod.
“Oh.” She scrunched her face up. “These things used to be easier.”
“I actually think this one is easier.” Gwen grabbed her container of chocolate caramel creamer, her current fix, out of the fridge. “Do you drink coffee?”
“Well, do you want some now?”
“I don’t think you have a coffee mug my size,” Tressa said.
Gwen pursed her lips and leaned against the corner as the pot gurgled and steamed fresh coffee into a mug behind her. “I actually think I might.”
“Yeah. My mom just sent me my old dollhouse the other week. Weird how good her timing was, right?”
The fairy just smiled at her.
Gwen went to the living room and started digging through a slightly dust covered box. “Unless you had something to do with it?”
“What makes you think that?”
“You’re magic, right?” Gwen rinsed out the tiny coffee cup before using an eye dropper to put some coffee from her own mug into it.
“Well, yes.” Tressa accepted the tiny mug from her. “But we can’t do everything. Each of us has different abilities.”
“Like Tinker Bell and her friends?”
Tressa gave her a blank stare, slowly putting the mug down on the table beside her.
Gwen raised her eyebrows at her expectantly.
“No. We are not related Disney’s recreation of fairies.”
“Well…” Gwen blushed. “It’s not like I have much else to go off of here.”
“Well, I don’t appreciate being compared to a cartoon.”
Gwen took a drink of her coffee, staring into the swirls of a little too much creamer. “You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”
The fairy sighed. “I don’t know how you’ll react.”
Gwen grabbed a different mug out of the cabinet; it was one the sort that you would see in old tea parties on little saucers while the ladies ate their cucumber sandwiches. She sat down at the kitchen table and put the cup upside down in front of her.
After studying the obvious makeshift chair for a few moments, Tressa gently landed on it. Her feet didn’t touch the ground, instead they swung back and forth, her heels gently tapping the porcelain covered in blue flowers.
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