May 10, 2003
5:14 am. Irene woke up to a cat walking across her body and hesitantly placing itself down onto Irene's chest, as well as the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. This was peculiar. She doesn't own a cat. She doesn't drink coffee. Irene graciously moved the soft, fluffy cat off of her to sit up, then slide out of the blankets she tucked herself into, to see what was going on here.
That fairy was back! She was sitting on the handle of the cabinet door near a coffee maker. "Your back!" Irene said, as if she was a little child again. "What must you be doing here, and so early on in the day?" she asked.
"I'm making you a cup of coffee. Also, I've sent a friend of mine to come wake you up. I hope you don't mind Mittens coming with me to see you some days. She gets lonely when there are no more mice around the house. " the fairy told her.
"Yes yes that's fine. But for the coffee, I'm afraid I don't drink that. You can turn off the pot and put on the kettle if you'd like. I would prefer a cup of tea over coffee. Though it's nothing completely necessary, so if you don't want to that's fine as well."
"This will benefit your case more, Irene" the fairy insisted as she poured hot coffee into a mug. "To know why specifically: the caffeine in coffee will boost your brain function and memory. It also has many other benefits, but I tell you these because they're the ones that will suit your needs most," she added.
------Irene's worn down face hovered above the mug fully filled with a reflective black liquid. She pushed closer her transparent peach glasses and dazed off to the sight of her reflection. She hadn't bothered to look in a mirror in such a long time. Being alone so often never inspired her to look nice for anyone. So Irene took a long look, first at the wrinkles on her face. Each wrinkle reminded her of a ring on a tree. Every fold represented one year of life. Irene had so many. She wondered how many more she could possibly get. Irene looked at all the other details in her face, starting with her eyes. They've always held the same beauty, at any age she's been. She remembers telling Donny a saying about eyes. "When looking for a partner in life to keep forever and ever, make sure you fall in love with their eyes. Those are something that never age. If you fall in love with their eyes, you'll be in love forever," she'd tell him. That's what she had done with her husband, Louis. He was a sweet and wonderful man. Big believer in the psychic world too. The day before he passed away, he went to what he told Irene to be the maddest lady there ever lived. She told him that's an exaggeration. But maybe it's all true. -------
When Louis went to the physic several years ago, it was a life changing experience. He walked in, and was excited. The reason of why he went originally was to see what he could get Irene for their 50th anniversary. He wanted to get her the right thing, and was hoping the psychic could guide him in the right direction. Was jewlry too simple? Chocolates were. Louis walked up to a lady with spiral tapers and tattoos of genies and goblins down her arms. A big, soft, dark blue turban was holding her hair up.
The lady guided Louis past a door curtain and another door curtain to a room filled with tapestries. In the center was a tiny wooden table, and a chair. Sitting behind the table in a much larger chair was the psychic. She had about ten, thin, golden bracelets on each of her wrists. Rings with big crystals hung onto her strong, energy-filled fingers.
"Come in, my dear, take a seat" She said invitingly.
She took her smooth warm hands onto Louis's clammy hands and placed them onto the clear circular crystal. The lady took a deep breath in, Louis copied. As she exhaled she spoke words that Louis didn't understand. This happened three times. Louis felt his hands tingle. He closed his eyes and received the warmth of the lady's hands on top of his over the crystal ball. Messages came to the physic and she spoke them out loud to Louis. The clearer the message, the more he felt the tingles. The energy traveled from the tips of his wrinkly fingers, to the backs of his hands, to his wrists with arthritis, and his freckled forearms.
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The first sip of coffee was different than expected. She thought it would be similar to tea, but this was smokey, almost even nutty. The sip burned her chapped lips, but she continued drinking anyway. The fairy placed herself down on the table in front of Irene for a seat. Irene took her time placing the cup of coffee down to then prepare herself to speak to the fairy.
"This is interesting." she told.
"Good then, drink up." the fairy nudged.
"So, today is the second day you have visited me. I don't know your name, dear! Would you mind telling me so I can properly address you?"
"It is Angelina. To answer the next question I know you'll ask, no. You may not call me Angel for short. I am not an Angel. I'm a fairy." She demanded.
Irene settled with calling her Angelina. Though now she was curious of more information about her. She wants to know the things like where she lives, where she comes from, and why she was chosen for Angelina's so called "mission." All the questions that she never got to ask yesterday.
After coffee, Irene and Angelina chatted over some pastries. She received the answers to almost all of her questions. Later in the day Angelina guided Irene to a Seniors' yoga class. Angelina told her she should get in the mindset of exercising every week. Because Irene was having fun trying all these new things, she was oblivious to the actual situation. A fairy, which came out of nowhere, is making her do things that she hasn't done in a very long time. Or has ever done before. This could start to become dangerous; Irene doesn't know how far Angelina will take her. Irene, also, hasn't thought about the reasoning behind all of this.
On the third day that Angelina showed up, Irene was told to drink 2-4 cups of white or oolong tea every day, because that's more of what Irene is used to rather than coffee. Luckily, Angelina is willing to bend her knowledge. Lots of diet changes as well. Less trans fats, more mediterranean based meals. At this point Irene started to assume some reasonings of why Angelina was doing all of this. "Angelina has come to keep me company!" she told herself. "She's getting me out of the house more; bringing me out to fun activities. This fairy knows me so well. She knows that the typical senior activities bore me. Like attending a play or playing board games. They just don't spike my interest! This little thing is even changing my diet, so I'll think of her when I go to prepare my meals! Gee... she's being a great friend to me." was the idea she was getting out of this. Irene grew trust for Angelina, so anything the fairy would tell her she would do. After all, it must be good.
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