✨☀️a magical summer away☀️✨
(...from academia, with a magic wand at your disposal!)
you awaken from a wonderful nap after your final class, rolling on your bed onto your side and...you see it! dainty and sparkling on your pillow— a magic wand left for you by a whimsy fairy (✨me✨) so you can have a magical time🪄. here's what you do...
unicorn galloping on the beach
oh, you knew this was a must! you practically ran allllll the way to the beach with your cute flip flops and colorful beach gear! and with the sand between your toes and sun on your face, you held out your magic wand, whispering:
dear magic wand with wonder so great,
let the grandest creatures visit me, but not too late!
I wish for the mystical unicorns from another planet,
so together we can trot and gallop and be gallant!
and just like that, like the flicker of a light bulb or the shiver of wind: unicorns appear, rising beautifully from the blue deep. they burst forth in a run towards you, only to slow when they reach you, nuzzling your face and sniffing their greetings.
somehow you understand them, their secret language reaches your ears and you hear their whimsy words: hop on little one, it is time to play. hop on, hop on! let us show you a most marvelous way.
up you got, onto the back of the one who takes the most liken to you—you see, these creatures recognize a good heart—and 1, 2, 3....you're off!
yes, you'll never forget it: the wind causing chaos with your hair, the sunlight holding you and never wanting to let go. ha, you don't want to let go either! because you're flying, more than ever; your very being is touching the clouds.
and you shout: "again, again, again!" and the unicorns laugh in their special way, their joy and yours the same.
it's perfect. it's everything.
dinner parties with mermaids
oh babe, is that your stomach? you're wrung out and h.u.n.g.r.y and you could really use some relaxation...some groovy good vibes.
now the magic wand is back again, this time inside the refrigerator as you open it, sitting next to old takeout...batting its invisible, sparkly eyelashes at you.
"ohhh what the heck!" you say, fondly "let's have dinner someplace special then. what do you suggest?"
the magic wand buzzes with joy, flying out the refrigerator across your open kitchen into the parlor to the far window—on the seal is your goldfish swimming in a bowl. the magic wand dances around it, tapping the glass tippetty tap tap.
"in there?" you ask, eyebrows raised. "you want have dinner in there?"
the magic wand shakes with laughter then quickly transforms into a tail—a bright tail that sparkles. the magic wand mimes swimming.
tail....sparkling....mermaids..? mermaids!
"well, well well. you're just full of ideas aren't you?" you laugh but you feel a sense of intrigue. which shifts quickly to nervous excitement.
to see a mermaid, really see one. dine and party with one—a most wondrous possibility, that it was...
it's not long before the magic wand is in your slightly shaky hands once more. you close your eyes for a minute, gathering your thoughts. the spell flows from somewhere deep within:
where dazzling ladies swim in arcs
thats where I truly want to be:
at a party, a ball, a fantastical soiree
the world around you seems to freeze—the clock on the wall, your fish in a bowl, the night wind blowing through an open window.
beneath your feet water splashes, seeping from nowhere into the room, filling the ground until it laps heavily at your knees. all around you it is as though rain is falling. but you hold out your hand and realize that the droplets are suspended in air, reflecting brilliant colors and sharp glittering light.
an ocean is forming around you.
It pulls you in, sucking you past its waves into its deepest depths, until your feet hit blue sand and you look up and about and see creatures of the nautical world surrounding you.
up ahead the magic wand is zipping through the water quickly, a beacon leading the way. you follow in delight. hunger almost forgotten. almost. because you see, you can breathe underwater.
it's now all you can think about.
you laugh as a line of sea horses brush past your nose. you wave at a clown fish and a mante ray that respectfully avoids your bare skin. jelly fish are oogling your form; it's rare to see a human so deep down under with no equipment. they have no idea what to make of you.
finally, you've caught up with the magic wand which has paused by a giant seaweed henge opening. Engraved in the rocks, in swirly letters are the words—
🫧 Welcome To Mermaid World 🔱
~~~~see this world with your true heart~~~~
your heart beats faster as you swim closer and even faster when luminescent vibrant tails float into view—a group of mermaids have appeared, giggling and whispering. they hug you in greeting, adorning you with fine jewels and sweeping your hair with bows and diamonds, then they take your hand and pull you into their world.
later, as you tuck yourself into bed that night, belly full of magic pastas and cakes and strange wonderful food, you will reminisce your time there.
the way you danced and sang. the way you made friends and heard the stories of creatures so unlike anything you have ever seen. the way mermaid magic seeped into your heart, and the way it will stay there forever.
the rest that happened will be your lovely summer secret: a joyful place in your mind that no one can touch.
when sleep arrives, your dreams are magnificent.
turning sand into ice cream
the sun is hotter than molten lava.
you squint through your sunglasses at the ocean waves a few ways down; you've already dipped in there a couple times. now you're lying on your back on the sand.
a lazy boiling hot, beach afternoon.
"something cold," you mumble to yourself, absently poking your newest read (a 300 page fantasy novella) lying face down by your side. "something delicious..."
you blink and there it is, your trusty friend this summer; the magic wand. its on your beach towel, doing fancy flips and tricks. when it finally gets your attention (you're shaking your head in amusement, lifting your sunglasses to watch it) it moved to the sand and begins writing.
turns out the magic wand has lovely handwriting. you sit up with a huge smile on your face.
"ice cream!" you exclaim. "that's it."
you pick up the magic wand, patting it in thanks. of course you don't plan on walking all the way to the ice cream truck two whole streets away (not to mention a beach walk away).
no, you've got a better, more brilliant idea.
you dig your left hand into the hot beach sand, holding the wand in your right hand, you take a deep breath and then:
sand oh sand, begin to glow,
become a thing much tastier than dough.
turn cold, turn sweet, turn a vanilla-y treat,
bring a coolness so cool, it'll vanish the heat!
between your fingers the sand is forming a lovely cone. and without further adieu..
three large scoops of creamy, french vanilla!
oh what fun! you sit more comfortably on your towel, giving your ice cream a quick lick.
somehow now, the sun isn't so hot and your body (and mind and heart) cools off in sugary goodness.
there's just one more thing you sort of need.
you wave the magic wand and say, "give me a spoon shaped like a moon. oh, and some napkins to clean up any messes too!"
they appear in a shower of multicolored confetti. how cute!
"what a nifty thing you are, magic wand," you say with a grin. "you've made summer truly a delightful thing."
the magic wand glows with pride then settles in the sand beside you, ready for whatever...
*dreamy sighhhh* Isn’t this the bestest summer you’ve ever had? Me too babe, me too…;)
Stay tuned, babe, anything is possible.
Anastasia the fairy🧚🏽♀️🪄✨
ps: photo credits— left to right: white horse by Elijah Hail, beach by Sean Oulashin, woman in water by Nsey Benajah, fish by Shaun Low, sand by Jim Gade, and ice cream by Doville Ramoskaite. all beautiful images can be found on unsplash :).
