Catching Stardust

When I was a little girl, I saw a fairy. She had beautiful wings, hair in a braided bun, and a dress that looked like it was made of a flower. That night I had been afraid, more afraid than I had been in my whole life. I was in my room crying and I would've for even longer had she not shown up. She took me on an adventure. I saw everything from a new perspective. It was beautiful.

The next day I went to school and told my friends about the fairy. They wanted to know everything, and I told them. Years passed, and I waited. And waited. And waited. One by one my friends didn't really believe me anymore. Even I started to think I imagined it. The magic was gone.