Fairy Letter #1

Lovely love, I fairy dust sprinkle coded messages for my pretty seraphs to make arrive beyond your scientific borders. Glitter loops and dotted i’s, my heart’s ink bleeding out of such ciphers. My lovey dove, my babycakes warlord of intellect, the phantom battle rages on within minds of importance, that I know, but can’t you lay off the nuclear code during our unprompted smooch sessions? Know I know, eccentricity will deliver my demise, a sharp psyche overrun by whimsy and sparks, but allow me to interrupt our shifts once again, for love keeps the plotting wits intact, sweet dimmest. I am aware of the affectionate glances you throw at the little hearts I scatter all over your margins, aware of the fact that without my rainbow’s strike you would drown in rationale, reach the bottom of the logic’s well, and float back up into madness, indeed I am. Don’t be silly, my stern researcher with the swoon-worthy dimples, for I am Fairy Princess of the Funhouse Nation, and you should bow down to thy queen’s jelly-shoe-clad feet, and let the light-up magic wand do its party trick.

Yours Truly, she whom you cannot ignore!