Fey

Reality is merely perception.

There are normal days. Days when being a mother, or a wife, feels natural and right. Days when the focus is on the bills, the housework, meeting the basic needs of everyone. Days when dreams are forgotten upon waking. Days when mundanity rules.

Then there are days like today. Days when dreams cling to waking moments. Dyas when everything seems just that little bit brighter, that much more intense. Days when magic could be real.

Days when the soul is that much closer to the surface.

Days when reality is not quite the same as the day before.