I woke up with a start. Whoa. I just had the weirdest dream just now. I was talking to a scary guy who was sitting at some sort of a desk that looked like it was made from a gigantic piece of bark. Above his head was a weird wooden… thingy. It looked kinda like one of the models of a ribosome or whatever the heck Miss Glen showed me- in a word, lumpy. Anyway this guy was just sitting there yelling at me, I don't remember what about, and then he jumped up and stabbed me in the gut with this skinny brown sword.

I am never eating that much peppermint ice cream before bed again. Dang that was weird. What is bothering me right now is that the weight of my little cat, Salvador, was not on my body. When I go to bed, Sal likes to curl up on my legs or at least close to me. I looked down to try and find him, hoping he didn't slip out of my room again in the middle of the night. He tended to make either a lot of noise or a huge mess if he ever got out of my room. As my eyes adjusted to the dark a little, I couldn't find anything. Suddenly I heard a loud groaning-humming sound. Seriously, it was so loud it sounded like a train passing in front of me. I froze.

"S-Sal?" I whispered hoarsely. I slowly turned my head, and promptly shoved my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming. Found my cat. Only problem was, his head (the only part of him I could see) was at least thirty times larger than it should be. What the-!?

I stared in petrified awe for a minute or so before slowly scooting back. Wait… I could still feel my sheet underneath me. My eyes, having adjusted a little more, could make out behind me what seemed to be a large puffy hill. Is that my pillow?

Never, ever, ever, eating ice cream again. Brownies are better anyway. I know I'm still dreaming. Seriously, I'm like the size of a stormtrooper action figure. Well... in a way, this is kinda cool. I mean, I'm dreaming, and I am totally aware that I'm dreaming. That rarely happens. I heard the groaning noise again, and I saw my cat stretch out and shift a bit in his sleep.

Okay, cool or not, I'm waking up from this dream. I really love my cat, but right now I'm being scared to death by him. Okay…. how to wake up? Well, I could just pinch myself. I blinked a bit past Salvador to see the edge of my bed. Psh, pinching is way too cliché. I'm exiting this dream in style!

I got up, a little wobbly. Holy mother of a son, my back HURTS! At least, by dream standards it hurts. Whatever. I carefully walked around Sal, took a deep breath, and ran like a champ. Well, a champ who's back really hurt. Finally reaching the edge of the bed, I sprang and performed a beautiful swan dive. Either the shock of falling or the impact of landing should wake me up. Hah, take that Alice Kingsley, I don't wake up from a dream, I swoop out of a dream. As graceful as a-

I landed. On my belly. Effectively knocking the wind clean out of me. And my back still hurts. This dream stinks. I rolled over to my left side, gasping for breath. Sure my bedroom is carpeted, but that was not a smooth landing. I feel like a truck just drove into my gut, and then shifted into reverse and ran over my back once the driver saw that I was down. Finally gaining my breath back, I stood up and stretched my aching back. What the- there was something under my t-shirt. Like something was strapped to my back. I felt around. It felt like.. glossy paper with tiny little edges here and there. I looked over to the mirror in front of my closet before running over, and lifted a bit of my shirt back up to see. WHAT THE SWEET MOTHER OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN'S COW'S GIRL FRIEND?!

Sorry. It's a wing. You heard me right. A wing. W-I-N-G. Well, two of them; they looked like wider versions of dragon-fly wings; two wings that divided into four near the base. This is just too weird. They looked a little crumpled too. Maybe that's why my back hurt. Well, if this dream is correct, my old fairy doll toys should be under the bed somewhere. I save pretty much all my toys even though I don't play with them much anymore, being a late teen and all. I have some good childhood memories I don't wanna let go of, so don't judge. Anyway, I crawled… well, no, I walked under my bed. I didn't even clear my bed as far as stature goes. Ugh. Anyway I walked under my bed and felt around for a box. Victorious, and with some difficulty, I pried it open and began rooting around in it. I liked to make fancy little clothes for my dolls when I used to have the time, but as far as fashion itself goes for me, I prefered practical and comfortable.

Sorry Rosetta, I like pink and all, but I have some strong attire disagreements with you. Which is ironic because I made them. Let's see… pink frilly gown with a large peach colored bow just above the ribs? Uh, no thank you. Christmas-y white fleece trimmed blue winter dress? Uh-uh. Not even the green and floral party gown? Not a chance, crazy pants. Speaking of which, did I ever make pants for my dolls? Well, they were never pretty when I made an attempt. I save pants for the cloth dolls, which happen to be about three sizes bigger than me at the mo'.

Darn my luck. I fished around a little more before catching my polly pocket doll, who is about as tall as my shoulder height. Poor neglected thing. She was a little smaller than my other dolls so I didn't usually make clothes for her. So right now she was wearing a small pink piece of fabric with a broken elastic hair tie tied around her waist for a kimono.. And… it didn't look bad.

Aha! Rule of thumb for those who make tiny clothing for dolls, any makeshift article of clothing can be substituted with a piece of fabric with some holes cut into it and some string. I finally found a forgotten piece of blue cloth with some holes cut into it; I must have used it for a vest for Silvermist, and stole one of her sashes from a gown. The blue cloth had a slit cut down the middle for her wings, and right now they would do just dandy for mine. After changing my top, I tested out by running around and doing some cartwheels. Yeah, it fit okay, and there was lots of room to run around in. I had tied it around me in a trench coat style… So it was like a short trench coat with short sleeves over my black leggings. And my back doesn't feel like heck anymore. Coolio.

I stopped cold as a thought passed over me. Sal might hear me running around down here, and he absolutely LOVES to chase tiny things. Granted, he knows my scent and all but… eh, why tempt the gleaming claw of death? I backed up a bit so I could see him, still curled up on the bed. I blinked over to my alarm clock. 2:52. Crud. My alarm is set to go off at 7:15. Once it goes off, without doubt he will wake up. Oh, in case you are wondering, no, I'm convinced this is not a dream now. A dream wouldn't be this detailed. This lifelike. This PROBLEMATIC! I'm not going to go and unplug the clock, because I might be killed via electrocution. What a way to go. 'So how did your daughter die sir?' 'Oh, she just woke up in the middle of the night as a fairy and for no apparent reason unplugged her clock.'

I guess… I dunno, for now I'll just make myself scarce. I'll figure it out in the morning. No, not because I'm going to sleep; what did you think? I just got turned into a little winged thingy and I'm gonna take a nap? When the rest of my fam wakes up, then I'll get it figured. I walk over towards my door. Double crud. My door is shut. Tight. Welllll… maybe I can squeeze under it.

Oh this stupid door. Yeah, I can fit through, just barely. But not without crumpling my wings, which hurt. A lot. A lot lot. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming my head off.

Okay, now I'm out. Yay. Now what? Uhh. Do these wings even work? They better, after all the trouble I went through. But how do you move them? I don't know which muscle to flex or which nerve to activate or anything. I flexed a back muscle. My wings didn't move. I stretched my back out. Nope. I shook my wings frustratedly.

Well, just great. I've been turned into a fairy that can't even fly. Going down the stairs is not going to be a fun thing to do. I walked down the hall, which looked like a cathedral over to the staircase. Oh look at that, a carpeted grand canyon in my very own house. I suddenly feel very guilty for all the toys I've sent in little toy cars down these steps when I was younger. With a sigh, I jumped down the first step, landing in a squat. Okay, that's not bad. Again. Yeah okay, I got this. Another. Pff, what was I worried about? This is like playing large scale leapfrog. I was about to do another when I heard a voice off to the left of me.