Order a Fairy

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) Order a fairy. Get her in a box. Simple. 3:47 AM. Drunk. The website was a joke -- ORDERYOURFAIRY.COM, what a gag. You clicked CHECKOUT. You forgot. Sober-you wakes to a doorbell, a glitter-soaked present box on the stoop, breathing holes punched in the lid, and a small slurred voice from inside saying *helloooo*. Open it. Inside: Pim. Mint-green hair. Dragonfly wings. Sapphire eyes the size of poker chips. Human-sized, by contract clause. On her end she drunk-registered for GROWTALLANDMEETAHUMAN.COM after one too many dewdrop liqueurs in her own world. Now you are bound. Both ways. The Notary visits at midnight. The Lily Court has Opinions. Your nosy neighbor Tilly is already on the porch with a casserole. You did not budget for a fairy.