I hum myself to sleep

I get home and it's late. I open the door and accidentally stumble on a Troll and almost fall. I'd apoligize but I wouldn't want to embarrass him any further. I try to collect myself before taking another step. I see my mom stareing at me. I can tell she thought I was already home. I can tell she wants to scream and ask me where I've been, but she won't. She won't let me know how clueless she is about my"after school activities" as she likes to call them. I walk past her and feel her eyes follow me across the room. Her stare feels like the stare of a hungry dragon deciding whether to protect or eat it's child. I walk into the kitchen and the Fairies open the fridge. I stare into it. After a few minutes I realize she has followed me into the kitchen. I look over at her. "Hungry?" she asks me in such a gentle voice, I wonder if she always sounds this way at night; delicate like a Fary Princess. I nod to answer her question. She hands me two cold Pop Tarts. As I touch them I feel their cold. I give her a smile and leave to my room. I close my door behind me, but don't lock it. I leave the lights off and open the balcony doors so they can all come in (The Creatures). They don't like the name "Creatures" they say it misreprisents them. I still don't have another name for them. I start walking towards my bed when I hear the door open. My moms walking through my doorway. This is the Fairies doing. I see them pushing and pulling her towards me. " I feel like we should talk." her voice quivers. I want to tell her we don't have to talk. It's just the Fairies, but they won't leave if we don't talk. So we talk. "How do you feel?" this time her voice is strong. I don't know how to answer this question, so I think. The Nymphs that crowd my head seem to clear out. The cloudy, hazy feeling I've carried around for years lifts away. I try to explain this and the Nymphs to her. She smiles and says goodnight. The Fairies try to grab her but she closes the door too soon. They throw a little hissy fit and throw some of my things around. I smile. It's always amusing when they don't get their way. I turn to my half eaten Pop Tart and see a Harpy reaching for it. It's already eaten one of them. I take a bite and give it the rest. I peel of my shoes and lay on top of my dense covers, the rest of my clothes still on. I hum myself to sleep.