My unsettling feeling was back. Mother had no idea what it was. I was supposed to spend some time with April today, but she already said she was going to do more research about Bunnymund's name because it was bugging her. Me? I decided to find out what that bad feeling really was. It had to be something.

I started systematically. I talked to every immortal being I could think of. The arbor day tree, the groundhog, the leprechaun, old man winter, father time, baby new year, the ghost of Christmas past/present/future, the solstice twins, and even Bigfoot. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find Bigfoot at any time of year? That guy is like a ninja.

This all couldn't be in my head. Mother said she thought something was up or was that also in my head. Maybe it was a dream. I had to be imagining something. I couldn't be the only immortal feeling this feeling of something amiss. Mother had felt it right?

"Mother?" I asked. She didn't respond. That was strange. She nearly always responded except when it was close to winter. I think her and old man winter had a thing going on but I couldn't be certain. You could never be certain with beings you never saw much of. "Mother?" I called again. Maybe she was sleeping. She had to sleep right? That could easily be it.

I never asked April if she thought something was strange. I found her in a library reading a book. "April?"

"Oh hi May." April looked up from her book. "You need something."

"I feel like there is something wrong."

"About what?"

"About the world. Something seems wrong."

"Now that you said it. Something has seemed a bit off."

"Thank you!" I was relieved that it wasn't just me. "I've asked just about everyone. No one had a clue what I was talking about! They just said it was all in my head or something."

"Maybe it's a spring thing?" April wondered aloud. "We're the only one's really affected by spring, so if it was a thing that occurred during spring. So we'd only be the ones to feel it."

"I feel like it's bigger then spring!"

"Maybe it's because it's still spring? Summer doesn't start for another week or so. Maybe that's the reason? I'm not really sure May. It could just all be in our heads. I think it's more likely that it's nothing."

I left April. I wasn't convinced she was right. Mother would respond if it weren't that big of a deal. Yet she said that something was amiss and she could feel it too. Now that I knew April could feel it maybe it really was something up with spring.

"This is so confusing!" I said to myself I was in the middle of some town. No one noticed me at all.

"May! May you're here!" I turned and saw Alexis. This must have been her hometown. "I can't believe it! Can I show you my garden?" She grabbed my hand and started to drag me. "Why aren't you a bunny today?"

"I don't feel like it."

"Oh."

"Nana! Nana! Look this is my friend May Flowers. I met her on vacation." Alexis introduced me to her grandmother.

"You shouldn't tell strangers were you live." Her Nana looked me up and down suspiciously.

"Nana." Alexis laughed. "May is from the poem 'April showers springs may flowers'. Not everyone can see her!"

It was true. Right now several people were looking at Nana like she was crazy talking to a 'stranger' that didn't actually exist. I enjoyed the times when few people could see me it was entertaining to see others around them not knowing what the person was doing/saying.

"It's true." I told the older woman. She probably still thought we were crazy, but I was okay with that. Who really cared what the old lady thought? All she had to do was stop believing in the poem and I would disappear to her at least. I'd never really disappear at least I was pretty sure I could never really disappear.

Alexis took me home with her and her Nana. It wasn't until her mother and father couldn't see me that Nana believed I was truly an immortal being. Though Alexis's parents thought I was more of an imaginary friend more then anything and that Nana 'should not be encouraging this type of behavior since Alexis was a little too old for imaginary friends'.

"That is horse hockey!" Nana told them. "Allowing Alexis to believe in whatever it is she believes in is encouraging her imagination! I remember when you were a child Lacey how you used to…"

I laughed at the story and Alexis came back down. "I wanna show you my garden, May!" she led the way.

I was impressed with her garden. It wasn't the best garden I'd seen humans create, but it was impressive for a child and grandparent to create together. Some of the flowers needed to be watered and I told her so. Some bushes also needed to be trimmed other then that it was a decent garden.

"It's pretty." I told her. "I like it."

"I work really hard on it ever year!" Alexis told me. She was excited. "Nana and I always start with getting some new dirt and we plant some new seeds. Sometimes we even go to friends' gardens to help theirs look as pretty as ours!"

"That's nice of you."

"Yeah, Nana says it helps to put me on Santa's nice list."

"Even better."

Alexis and I talked out in her garden for a long while. Then I started to feel a bit cold. I never really was cold before. The sun was warm. Alexis was in summery clothing and wasn't even shivering. Could I be sick? Was it even possible to be sick? "Alexis, I've had a lovely day with you, but I have to go."

"Okay." She frowned. Alexis gave me a small hug and I left. I was tired it had been a long day. If I remembered I'd have to ask a month or two if it was possible if we could get sick. I'll see if Mother is around in the morning. She would be able to answer any question I would have.

When I woke the next morning I didn't feel well. My stomach hurt along with my head. Maybe it was possible we got sick. That might be why I'd been feeling off. I rocked my hammock a bit. Today would be a great day to just rest in the sunlight. That sounded like a great plan.

A/N: Sorry it's a bit short again. Work keeps calling me to come in early. I might not be able to update tomorrow I got a long shift, but I'll try. Otherwise I'll make it up with two chapters on Monday for both stories.

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