Sleepily driving to work this late october morning, i suddenly exclaimed what am i doing? My car slowed and took the very next side-road almost by itself and, trundling down the narrow country lane, left the bustling main road behind.

On and on i drove as if by instinct, deeper and deeper into the chilly, half-awake rural scenery i ventured. Coming to a gentle halt in what can best be described as the middle of nowhere, deep amongst the fields, trees and hills, i switched the engine off and left my car behind too.

I passed an impassive cow, who watched, placid and silent. Walking at ease into the small woodlands, i breathed lungfuls of fresh air and let my eyes take in the serene and beautiful scenery all about me.

The dew still lay on the ground, the birds chirped in the branches above, it felt like the whole wide world was at peace. I paused to avoid a meandering earthworm, obviously anxious to return underground before a passing sparrow spotted him.

A hedgehog grinned enigmatically as i approached, muttering in a squeaky voice, another one from the concrete jungle come to cleanse his blackened soul. I looked quizzically in his direction but he refused to elaborate or enter into conversation as he snuffled around amongst the bed of fallen leaves.

I shook my head and walked on.

And there in the centre of a small clearing, sitting upon the damp grass and singing a merry ballad that seemed familiar yet unknown to my ears, sat three shimmering fairies, dressed in greens, yellows and browns, all fluttering their dragonfly wings in time to the tune.

Good morning, young ladies! said i, with what you may be sure was my friendliest and most charming smile, pausing where i stood and kneeling a few feet distant from the tiny group.

A good and pleasant morn to you, kind sir! they responded in chorus with tones that tinkled like little wind-chimes in my head, bestowing upon me giggles and smiles more enchanting than i had encountered in all my years upon this earth.

The next thing that i can recall is arriving at work, on time, and seeing all the usual mundane faces about me, my heart sinking with the thought of the dreary hours ahead.

The boring patter, the ringing phone, the chattering background hum, all urging me to my usual duties and banishing mad ideas of another existence to be had so close to hand and yet so remote and unattainable.
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