Moss Terrarium , FAIRY Garden in a Jar with Handmade Mushrooms | $30

She steps out from beyond the shadows and stretches her tiny arms to the light. Her night was glorious and she could still see the stars twinkling behind her eye lids. All was quiet in the home outside her shell.

It is summer time– her favorite time of year. Unlike the rest of the year, summer means she gets to sit on the window seal, her glass encasement reflecting full moons and fireflies. The warmth means the curtains are always open, window always removed; she gets to feel the night air caress her cheeks and hear the crickets nearby.

Mainly though, summer means she gets to see him.

She wanders over to the shade of her favorite mushroom and sits down with her journal in hand.

Last night, she begins to write, he came to me. She places her hand on her heart and breaths out a tiny breath while a smile falls upon her face.

He came to me and stayed all night by the blackness of the screen. He was so close I could imagine the warmth of his hands in mine, feel the air of his wings drifting through my garden. He made me giggle when he signed to me the stories his winter, and I was melting as I watched him draw a heart in the air.

She leaned over and rested her head against her knees and stretched out her fuchsia wings casting a rainbow of dancing reflections against the glass. She didn’t hate the world she lived in; she simply wished she could be in his world already. But, it was her duty to keep watch of Sarah until she was old enough to take care of herself.

For now, summers would have to be enough.

He promised to wait for me; it is only a few more years till my job is done. I believed him, my fairy of the night, because his peach eyes glow just like mine.

She lied out in the grass and relaxed herself into the softness of the soil, her heart beating tiny whispers of love into the air while waiting for dusk to fall again.

By: Danelle Meyer