She came to me in a flowing white gown

leaving trails of stardust,

and I held back my snicker

at this ridiculous cliche of a fairy god mother.

She gave me such a soft look,

tapped me on the head with her wand

and started telling me something.

I didn't catch the first part of her conversation

because I was checking to see if she messed up my hair,

but I did catch the last part of her speech though.

She said, "You have to give miracles time son, and they will happen."

Well, I wasn't feeling particularly patient at the moment

so I kicked over one of her potted plants

and stormed out of her garden and my dream without comment.

Maybe I'm just ungrateful,

I don't know.

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