Anne stretched her arms above her head, arching her back, and wiggling her shoulders as she tried to work the kinks out. She was still so tired! It was her only day off this week though, and the laundry had to be done if she wanted to have clean clothes to wear to work the rest of the week. Anne hated doing the laundry, but she knew she had to get it done, so she got up, put her breakfast dishes in the sink, and got to work.
An hour later Anne's laundry was sorted, the first load was in the dryer, and she'd cleaned her kitchen. She still couldn't really shake that lethargy that she'd woken up with, and there was almost an hour left on the dryer, so she decided to lie down for a little cat nap. Couldn't hurt right?
Normally it would take Anne awhile to fall asleep. Her mind was always so busy that getting her brain to slow down was always difficult. This morning though she drifted straight into dream land with hardly a stray thought crossing her mind as she journeyed.
Later that morning Anne woke up, more refreshed than she thought possible, and the first thing she noticed was the silence coming from her laundry room. With a groan she rolled off the couch and headed through her kitchen to the little laundry nook. There she stopped in the door way. Stunned. "What on earth?" She asked, still sleepy, and trying to decide if she really was awake.
Quickly she backed into the kitchen and checked the clock on the coffee maker. Only an hour and a half had passed since she'd curled up on the couch and closed her eyes. Unless...
Anne hurried back into the living room, grabbed her phone and checked the date, not sure if she was relieved that it was the same day or not.
She'd only been asleep for an hour and a half, and she lived alone, so how on earth was it possible that all her laundry was clean and folded? Even if someone had done it for her it would have taken several hours for the machines to go through their cycles!
Standing there holding her phone Anne was suddenly reminded of the stories her grandmother had told of the old country, and of the benevolent fairies who would some time choose to help the humans around them. Could this be? Fairies aren't real are they? It was just stories...right?
Still musing over the wonder of it all Anne started to put away her laundry. When she was finished she went back to the laundry room and just stared for a moment. Finally she said, "I don't know if this is possible, I don't know if you can be real and if you are listening, but if you are, thank you so much for this gift! I can't tell you how much I treasure having the time to do what I want today. If there's anything I can ever do for you, don't hesitate to let me know. I know the old stories all say your supposed to leave gifts for the fairies, but I don't know that I have anything that you'd want. If I do, take it with my thanks."
Smiling Anne slipped on her flip-flops, grabbed her purse and phone, and decided that today would be perfect for a walk in the hills. Maybe she'd find some wild flowers and bring them back to the apartment. Surely fairies would enjoy some of natures bounty!