“Where are we off to now, Harry,” Sandy said as she did a loop-d-loop above his windshield. Her delicate gossamer pink wings and the beautiful pink ballet dress she wore made her the cutest-as-can-be fairy ever.
He was in a hospital room, but he was cooing, he was so happy to enjoy this illusion.
“We’re going go to… the grocery store,” Harry made up something on the fly. Where did she come from? How did she know his name was Harry?
“Okeydokey! She giggled as she grabbed his hood ornament post and then stood on it surfing-style, laughing as the wind blew her hair and wings back.
“How sweet to meet a fairy.” He thought, as though it was the most natural thing in the world for a fairy to fly up to him. He felt the breeze on his face as his convertible drove through the countryside. Her wings tickled his cheek as she circled.
“Ready for your medications, Harry?” A voice said from far away, coming closer by the second.
He was jarred awake. He looked around. “Whoa, where’s my fairy.”
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