Something darted across the girl's ceiling. Something small yet incredibly bright, as bright as a small star. If she had been awake, the sight may not have amazed her quite as much as you may have thought, as the girl had seen the sight that not very many people see before. Still she slept soundly.
Many more lights joined the one already there, and they blurred to become one fiery orb, looking almost like the sun. The ball of creatures moved over to the window, which had been propped slightly open, and after a while of trying to open it, it finally came unstuck, banging sharply as it reached the top. Still the girl slept deeply.
The lights separated again to form over a hundred tiny fairies, each of them now singing in their tiny-bell like voices to welcome two new figures, the ones they had opened the window for. They shined the brightest as they entered arm-in-arm like two small suns. The fairies' voices grew louder and louder until they broke off in a sudden silence. The pair floated gracefully over to the girl's bedside, and when there the female glided away from the male to inspect the girl more closely. As she breathed onto the girl, the girl sniffed, but still slept well.
When she seemed to have finished, the male uttered a single word in the fairy language and the other fairies gathered around the girl, lifting her gently into the air and out into the star-filled night. The girl once again shifted slightly but still slept soundly.
The pair, still in the girl's bedroom, linked arms again and drifted out behind the horizontal figure. The smiles on their faces made their lights shine more brightly than ever before as they sailed off into the night, unaware of the two lonely figures watching them.
One stood on a rooftop, a bright fairy who had chosen not to partake in tonight's activities by his side. He vaguely remembered the girl from a long time ago in his mind, but he did not know how he knew her.
The other sat on a ship, and knew perfectly well who the girl was as he looked through a special mirror at the scene.
"Red-Handed Jill," he whispered.
Please review – I don't know whether to continue this . . . [I know, we always say that!] And yes, I know it's short - it's meant to be!