“What’s this?” I asked myself, speaking only in my mind.
I looked around. Nobody was in sight, but on my desk was an unexpected fresh cup of steaming coffee.
The coffee fairy had been by, I realized.
I’m very fond of fairies. Besides the coffee fairy, the doughnut, cookie, and brownie fairies have visited me.
Fairies do have a dark side. Just this morning some feline fairy left a gift on my shower mat. They also left another gift on the bathroom rug. It had to be a fairy, because my floofs were all bland innocence and whiskers.
Some fairies have never visited me, despite my hopes, like the lottery fairy (“You have to have a ticket!”), but the writing fairy often comes, streaming words through me. The words often make sense, too. Well, sometimes.
write edit like crazy at least one more time, and see what the fairies have for me.