The creature lightly flapped its delicate wings and flitted around the room, gracefully settling on the end of his toes as he wiggled them under the quilt.
"Am I dreaming?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.
"You tell me," said the fairy in a crystalline voice. Her blue curls wrapped around her forehead like a scarf. Her clothing draped and fluttered about like the garb of a ballet professional. "Am I a dream?"
"If you are, you're a right good one," he chuckled, wiping his face on the back of his arm in a vain effort to banish sleepiness.
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