After Fairy Dust

A sideways glance from the fairy.
Tick tock.
An answer by rote.
Taking a note to remember.
And then the words so elegantly said,
Forgotten by the door’s close.
Left beside Tinker Bell’s bed.
Only three seconds before the next minute.
And then it’s something more interesting,
More fun,
Time for lunch,
Time to go home.
These random thoughts, this play
Is no longer my own.
And now I’m waiting for
The beginning of time.
The time after fairy dust.

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