I would like to tell a story which happened to me before everything will be annihilated by time. I have never thought that something so incredible and marvelous could happen to me. So, my name is Melina with the stress on the first syllable and it means light blue in Lithuanian. I am just a girl. I'm 25 years old. Neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. I'm having the life of one in a million. I can't say I don't like my life. I'm content with it. I have a family. Father, mother, two little sisters and an elder brother, in fact my brother has his own family already.

I like coming to see them as it is always fun. They are always happy to see me they are always so incredibly hospitable. But all the same they have these uncomfortable questions. Like these: Why are you alone? Why don't you have a boyfriend? Well… I had one before. Maybe there's something wrong with me or what….

So this is it I'm the guilty one. Maybe I do not have a perfect appearance. If so I would be happy for the rest of my life, but people say that I'm quite normal and for some of them I even seem beautiful. I've got two big eyes, they are like two chameleons, change colour depending on the light. So sometimes I'm green eyed, next time grey or blue eyed, or I can even be a dark blue eyed, brown-haired girl. If it's not too colorful. And my eyelashes are incredibly long so they make me happy all the time. My nose is a little bit turned up, my lips are just normal, but they say I have a small mouth so along with my eyes and nose it makes me look like a doll, especially when I let my shoulder length hair down. My hair is a little bit curly so it always makes my look so completely girlish and dollish. So it's obvious that I am just an average girl with average appearance.

And of course I had a boyfriend and I loved him very much. He meant the world to me and it's not just words form a popular song. I felt it with all my heart and my body but when he betrayed me I stopped feeling anything. Yes I can laugh when the jokes are funny and I can cry if the film is a real drama. I was so sure that he was my destiny. I believed in every word that he said but never paid attention to any of his deeds. And it was my mistake to so blindly believe in man I mean a male. So now I'm shut as doors in an underground train while it goes through the tunnel. I do not want to speak to anybody about my private life, maybe because I don't have such.

My friends asked me these uncomfortable questions but since I stopped answering them everything settled down. But at work it is a little bit different as my colleagues are mostly women and you know they are so curious. And here I make an impression of a nerd. I have a bit of their respect just enough for me to feel at ease. A few words about my work, I'm working at the hotel reception. Our hotel is not large and has only three stars. And it seems that our owner is quite happy with the way the things are going at the moment. And as for me I like it here very much as I have at least three day offs a week. I work every other day so I have enough time to rest and to relax. But at work I spend not 6 or 8 hours, but work 12 or 16 hours shifts.

Sometimes I just sit in my chair and read books and there I have read thousands of them. And it is another advantage of my work. Where can you find so much time for reading for money? I managed to do it, though sometimes it was difficult for me to return to reality after those princes, princesses and dragons. And even if it was a classical novel I still found it hard to come back to my life as every event, every moment, every dialogue and monologue in a book is so perfectly timed and performed unlike the real life where everything is possible and a cause does not have its effect and effect may precede the cause. So reality is so knotty! I cannot imagine who is the author of this complex plot, and why he did not write the introduction so people could understand what to expect. Take for example my work, one night when it was my turn to stay up at night. I was reading something like Terry Pratchett's Discworld. When someone with a voice like a gentle murmur of a brook asked me:

"Is it a reception desk?"

"What? Sorry, I didn't hear you", actually I was so immersed in my book…

"I asked if it's a reception", again this lovely murmur.

I looked up and saw a fairy. Yes, something like that. She was blue eyed with curly blonde hair and in a white dress (in fact it was a lacy nightie, though it was much like a wedding dress as it was very puffy or I was mistaken and it was a real dress, though I had never seen it as simple as that), and she was smiling at me with the most beautiful angelic smile. But she continued:

"I saw you, a little girl, sitting here… I thought … well… it can't be a reception. So I asked you if it is or it's not."

" … Yes … It is… ", I knew my silence was strange but I could not do anything about it. She was so gorgeous I just stared at her and I kept mumbling.

"I'd like to drink a cup of tea, could you help me with it, pretty girl", she smiled again.

I stood up and my boot fell with a bang on the floor. And this bang frightened me a bit and interrupted my movement. So I stood there half bent for nearly ten seconds. Then I woke up and drew myself up. And looked at my fairy. She was still smiling as if she did not hear a bang or saw me standing half bent.

"Just a minute?", and at last I said it louder and more clearly. I went to the kitchen while I was approaching it the magic was slowly vanishing. I made green tea for her and I don't know why, maybe because fairies live in the woods where everything is green. When I came back she was still standing on the same place and was smiling at me, that charming smile of a goddess.

"Sorry, I kept you waiting", at last I myself made an attempt to smile. But I felt it came out so awkward.

"Thank you beautiful!", she answered. I smiled again and now I think my smile was a proper one, "Why are you here sitting all alone?", her question sounded a little bit strange.

"Well, I need to work", it sounded as if it had a double meaning.

"Oh, I thought you just sat here to read a book. Sorry!", and then she laughed, it sounded like tinkling of silver bells so tender and pleasant. Then she drank and I saw twinkling stars in her eyes above the brim of a cup. I was stunned. Those stars wanted to say something but all I heard was:

"Thank you darling! You were too quick to comply with my request but please don't be so obedient when it does not refer to anything more important than tea", she winked at me. And almost soundlessly she left me alone.

It happened so unexpectedly in a trice. I watched into the silent darkness for a few seconds then sighed and got back to my reading. And then I woke up. Not just because I had already had my sleep but because my book dropped. So why on Earth did not it fall earlier in my dream, and I almost believed that it was a reality. And it proves that I am a daydreamer. Sometimes it helps me to hang on but sometimes it just annoys and interferes with my life negatively. But hopefully it did not affect my life or better to say my job that night. I slept till dawn and no one disturbed me. I woke up, took my book, put my coat on and went home.

Well I love my job it is so slow, regular and routine. If I forget about something I can always go back and do it as I have loads of time. And my duties are not so incredibly difficult. I have to check in, check out, answer our guests' phone calls, and sometimes I have to do small favors such as making a cup of tea, but unfortunately that night I failed to do it properly. It seems that every new day is like another one but, no, it is not like that. Some interesting things still do happen. For example, there can be no guests at all, and few people will check out that day, or people will call and ask questions about the weather or sights or movies, etc. So it is always very amusing as it could be when working with people. Sometimes they say it is difficult to work with people but believe me it can be a very gratifying job. They say thank you for minor things sometimes, for example when you wish them a nice day. But my friends are sure that I am just wasting my life at this work, as they consider it boring and uninteresting.