A Fairy’s Hours

Ross lay in bed, wide awake.

He stared up at the ceiling, willing himself to be tired. Just like on Christmas eve, he couldn’t sleep, knowing he would be visited by some magical creature. The tooth under his pillow dug into his mind. Tomorrow, it would be transformed into a dollar. If he could just get to sleep.

He turned onto his side and closed his eyes. He turned to the other side. He flicked on his light to read, then realized that the fairy might be scared off by that. He turned the light off again, then ducked his head under his blankets and turned on his flashlight.

“Ross?” came his mother’s voice.

“Yes?” he said from under the blanket.

“Better turn your flashlight off and go to sleep, or the tooth fairy will never come by.”

“I can’t sleep,” he said, his flashlight still on.

“Okay, well, you can read for another fifteen minutes, but if that’s when the fairy is passing by our house, I can’t guarantee you’ll have a dollar in the morning.”

“Okay, Mom,” Ross said, turning off the flashlight and poking his head out of blanket.

“Goodnight, sweetie.”

“Goodnight, Mom,” Ross said. He closed his eyes and she closed the door. He tried to ignore his racing mind, but he still couldn’t sleep. I’ll never get a dollar for this stupid tooth, he thought. He opened his eyes again and stared at the wall. She had probably already passed anyway. Stupid fairy with her stupid hours, he thought. Work when it’s convenient, not when you want to.


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