Glitterwish had heard such amazing things about coffee. Sparkledust claimed it made her magic stronger. Francoflier said he could loop-the-loop after only one sip.
The fairy flew closer to the steaming ceramic mug. The fragrance was bitter; the foam looked thick enough to gum up her delicate wings. Cautiously, she flittered close, dipped her fingertips into the mushroom-colored liquid and licked them clean.
“I’m seeing things,” said the writer. He slammed his laptop shut and pushed the mug further away. She could hear him. She could hear all the large things. She put her hands over her ears and screamed.
Author’s Note: I love the idea that magic exists alongside us. Most people don’t notice fairies – seems obvious that most fairies wouldn’t notice us either. The message that not all the side effects of drugs are pleasant (RIP, Phillip Seymour Hoffman) was just a bonus.