A tiny bridge across the stream, where the fairies fished on lazy summer days. The sun smiled against the water and the breeze pushed their dreams forward into children’s dreams.
They could be anything they wanted to be.
”Happy hopes,’ Felicia Fairy whispered,, as she hooked up a dream, weaving it into fine thread of thoughts.
She had watched this child grow – understood the need to be better than her real life. Tonight she could fly, or swim, or climb mountains.
One dream, one step at a time, she would finally be happy.