I want to walk in a forest of mushrooms and drink the dew drops that drip from vines and leaves.

I crave butterfly kisses and soft blankets. A warm cup of coffee on a cold, rainy morning. The sound of the birds stirring in the trees, signing their melodious songs.

Do you think faeries use peach fuzz like humans use leather? Tan in it the sun and craft them into little bags for holding goodies, or soft hats to shade their eyes.

Oh to be a faerie, sitting on a hydrangea in the rain, listening to the frogs sing.