Faeri Cirkle

The morning rises as it had been willed to do. You watch as it slowly slinks into the sky and wave at you. You blink and wave back, as that is the polite thing to do.

(Sometimes you are worried that the sun waves to someone behind you. You are always at home and alone but the darkness has hidden stranger things.)

Already dressed, you grab your bag, keys, wallet, and repellent charm. You slip the charm back on, a deep worry in your stomach at how it managed to get off at all, and manage to forget your money.

You won't notice it's missing until you're back home. To you, it's a relief. Not needing money meant no one asking for it meant no one getting favors and owing something is often so much worse than paying it.

Sadly, you make it to school. The bus ride (or car ride) was long enough for you to skip over it (some days it wasn't just you) but you are grateful you don't have to walk it (except that you do).

The building's edges are blurred and you'd squint if you weren't already. You open the door. Everyone is rushing into classrooms that are not theirs and you don't see a teacher in the three that you pass to homeroom.

Door already open, salt already laid, you step in. In one blink you are sitting down and it's ten minutes later. A familiar face is next to your own and you are unsure if you know them or not but they know you, so you go with it. Words fall from your unopened mouth, "What are you doing?"

They turn. Respond, "Making a statement."

You glance down. They're wearing your pajamas. You glance up, unsurprised. "Which is?"

"You're tired."

You blink and they are gone. The class has ended.