The Music Box

What a charming Christmas gift! Kessey thought. She can fly, dance and come right back to her music box! Why, she even looks just like me!

"I am you." said the dancing Faerie as she twirled in the air, gently touching her toes to the music box again.

"But how can that be? How can I be you if I am me?" asked Kessey curiously.

"Because I am part of your dream and your dreams are what your soul is made of. Is it not your heart's desire to dance? To fly? To be small when your world is too demanding of you? . . .to be magical?

"Yes, I suppose it is." Kessey replied. "I often dream of such beautiful things."

"Why do you think this is so?" asked the Faerie.

"Because that is what's inside of me? Is this why I have such wonderful dreams, Faerie?"

The Faerie smiled and said, "Sweet dreams, my Lady. Sweet dreams."

© Copyright Cheryl Taul
October 2009