Full of Magic || On Hold

Fantasy Books

'I wish it would stop snowing,” Jimmy said, idly unzipping the left side pocket. Seconds later the blizzard stopped.

His sister’s words came back to him: That’s where people keep their wishes.

The boy smiled broadly.

He understood.

Carefully tugging on the zipper which sealed the breast pocket, he called out loudly, “I wish I wasn’t lost!'

My  mothers' soothing voice read to me my favorite fantasy book, "Pockets Full Of Wishes", to bring me to sleep. My tired eyes start to flutter shut and a deep yawn added.

"Mommy, can that really happen?" My sweet voice interrupting her, probably too low to understand.

Mother marks the book and closes it putting it on her lap, then places one of her hands on my cheek slightly turning her head and a light chuckle escapes her mouth.

"Oh Carma," She laughs, "Things like that don't really happen in the real world, maybe in your dreams, and you can live through that fantasy right now if you go to sleep." She persuades.

"But what if a wolf comes and eats me like at the end of the story." My 5 year old brain to small to process the fiction and non-fiction.

"I'm sure that you'll stay safe with your bear." She hands me my light blue bear with a white lace ribbon around the neck, tucking me in tighter than I already was.

"What if I fall out of bed." I laugh teasingly showing all teeth except for the two front ones that were missing, and closing my eyes, propping my head up.

Mother laughs and places a kiss on my forehead as I shut my eyes in the process.

"I love you." She says calming me down from my laughter.

"I love you too, mommy." I whisper loud enough for only her to hear.

Mother starts to get up and walk to my lamp, but I stop her,

"But I don't want to go to sleep." I complain trying to kick my feet through the tight carpet laying on top of me.

Mother sits back down by me knees laying a hand on my stomach.

"Well if you don't get to sleep now, you can't have a birthday party tomorrow." Her words trick me into thinking that there really wasn't going to be a party for me.

"Fine." I pout.

Mother gets up and shuts off the little pink lamp on my night stand walking to my door and opening it,

"Goodnight." She states turning towards me.

"Goodnight." I yawn.

She walks out of my room shutting the door ever so slightly leaving me alone with nothing but the comfort of my twin sized bed and my night light turning different colors from: Blue, Green, Yellow, Pink, and Orange. As I shut my eyes to slumber, I start to think that the possibilities of fantasies being real were not as great as I use to think of them. Leaving me with a sleepless slumber, in hopes of the magical creatures in the fantasy books would some day come to the real world.