Pixie
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Life takes an unexpected turn when I wake up next to her.
Before your mind runs wild, let me assure you it is not what you think. Emma appears to be a quarter of my age. She knows about every living thing and all history thus far. Playful while carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.
One minute, I’m reading the newspaper in my armchair. The next, I am seated beside the most charming creature.
“I am offering you one Christmas wish. Name it?”
Her eyes harbor the kind of wisdom only age can yield.
“How did I get here?”
Her smile is more enchanting than her eyes.
“It is magic, William,” she says, manner of fact.
I’m dreaming.
“You are wide awake.”
Alluring but troublesome, I’m concerned, she’s reading my mind.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, the alluring part.”
Enticing!
She giggles.
