Samantha’s alarm blared with “Here Comes the Sun”. Ironic because she’d never actually seen the sunrise in her life, but today in particular she needed the soft awakening.

She unwrapped herself from the sheets, and rubbed away the crust from eyes. The room around her remained out of focus.

She couldn’t reach her phone to snooze it either, it was too far away by a mile.

She twisted this way and that, with all the grace of a cocoon. Having grabbed the edge of the pillow case, she slid down till she could barely reach her annoying phone if she stretched her legs.

“Samantha? Samantha! You waking up sweetie?” Her mom knocked on the door. “Breakfast is in 5 minutes.”

It took all the gymnastics training she’d avoided like the plague to twist her leg into the position and push the button that turned off the alarm.

“I’m awake, I’m awake.” She called back, still through far too much bedding.

“I can’t hear you sweetie.” Her mom huffed. “You’ll be late for school. This is why I told you not to drink coffee.” Mom mumbled with all the self righteousness of an exasperated mother, and left do her mom stuff.

“I’m awake.” Samantha repeated, more to wake herself up then to notify anyone else.

It only took her few more minutes to maneuver herself to the dresser. “Are these even hide-able?” She examined the intense bags underneath her eyes.

The room still refused to come into focus. Her clothing situation wasn’t much better, she had no choice but to grab whatever mismatched pajamas that were in arms length last night. “Do i even have anything I can wear?”

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Her situation was dawning on her.

But fashion was the least of her problems, she needed the bathroom first.

The big climb from the top of her dresser to the floor was as much of a challenge as she’d feared.

The trek to her en suite bathroom, through the mess of her clothes, school supplies, and the rest of the things she didn’t even remember owning proved labyrinthine.

“You’ll be happy to know I’ve taken care of your mom.” The tooth-fairy landed next to her. It had the exotic splendor of a paper lamp, the grace of a butterfly, and all the social tact of a K-pop idol in a renaissance fair. “She’s not going to bother you till we’re done!”

“My mom’s not the problem…” Samantha rubbed at her eyes again.

“How about breakfast then?”

“Do I even want to know what you guys call breakfast?”

The fairy puffed her chest in pride. “I’ll have you know the court is infamous across the world for our feasts.”

“I don’t want to know then.”

A long silence stretched, while Samantha stared angrily at the fairy.

Frazzled by the pointed look, it grew nervous. “So… do you want to know what we’ve prepared for your breakfast.”

“No! I don’t!” Samantha pointed at sink high above her. Sure, being the size of a small phone had revealed some perks, but it was growing old - fast. “What I want to know is how I’m supposed to brush my teeth!”