The Whispers of the Invisible
Panic in Fairyland
Your tiny smile never fades. You carry on talking to the magical speck of dust lying on your bedroom floor. This time, your voice is quiet and gentle. You know there's a tiny fairy city living in there. Handy fairy architects and workers are buzzing like teeny-tiny bees! Building machines and homes that fit perfectly into the little spot of dust. You ask yourself again, puzzled, 'How do these fairies build stuff that tiny?' It's a mystery, isn't it?
Suddenly, something odd happens. The teeny-tiny sound of munching and drilling fades. You sense a funny feeling in your belly. Did you talk too much? Were your laughs like scary roars to the fairies? Sometimes when you talk, especially if it's loud, things in fairy cities get out of control. The skyscrapers may tumble down, and the peaceful workday, turn chaotic. And that's exactly what seems to have happened! Looking at their shaky world, you regret speaking even if it was gently. Maybe the fairies could hear you but just didn't get what you were saying. Maybe they were afraid.
The fairy city, it's a light show within the dust. It was so lovely to peek at the fairies from so far. However, the city now looks by a kiddie who had just tipped over a snow globe. Your heart feels so heavy that you promise to yourself to keep more quiet next time. You wouldn't wish the fairy city to be trashed again. Putting the speck down easy, you step away for a bit. You think back on how bright and full of wonder everything was before it got tousled up. You take a deep breath, picturing the busy fairies once again.
Now, it feels like an unseen home in the heart of a dust speck is gone. Your eyes fill up with tears. Thereafter, you continue the cleaning that you were up. Every so often, you find yourself glancing back to where the speck was. With that spot is a hidden memory. Sure it sounds funny to others, but to you? It's a real, heart-aching memory about the fairies and their minuscule, splendid world!