I hate waking up in the morning. I never know where I’ll be.
Yesterday I had to get out of the inside of a tree. Not on the branches, inside the trunk. Weird.
Luckily there was a knot hole so I could raise my wand and get out.
This morning I wake up in another tree. This time a nest, inside an egg. I had to chip my way out.
I have to stop drinking but the nectars are so sweet.
The mother bird looks at me distastefully and mumbles ‘fairy scum’ as I straighten my wings and fly off.
Author’s Note: Magical doesn’t mean immune from vices.
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