Chapter One-Dust Fairies
I woke to the touch of sunshine slightly warming my face and smiled in content as I looked up through the large skylight above. Through the rays of warm sunshine gleaming down, every particle of dust floating could be seen dancing in the air. They made me think of little fairies, too tiny to ever see. When I reached up to touch them, it was as if they weren’t there; weightless, yet each particle danced away from my fingertips.
I yawned and stretched my limbs as I pulled the warm, heavy duvet up around my face. Aunt Tess's house was my favorite place on earth, not that I had been to many places to compare, nonetheless, I was certain that this was my favorite. I looked around my one-of-a -kind room, as I often did, in awe. The room was small, yet humble, housing my double bed, dresser and cluttered computer desk just fine. The unique aspect of my bedroom is the fact that it's made entirely of old stone walls and large oak beams. It gave a very warm, woodsy feel to the bedroom. Almost the entire ceiling was a skylight; Aunt Tess always said that special little girls should sleep under the stars every night. But, then again, she also believes that her garden is full of sprites and magic fireflies.
The house itself was not really a house but a large cottage about an hour outside the city. Like my room, the rest of the home consisted of aged stone walls and dark wooden beams. Our place is what Tess calls ‘open concept’. The huge living room is the very heart and center of the house, with a stunning red stone fireplace that reaches up through the ceiling, surrounded by miss-matched furniture made of logs and wicker and are adorned in dozens of fluffy and colourful pillows, so much that you could barely see the seating underneath. Aunt Tess was always so worried that I wasn’t happy or comfortable here in the country so far from other kids my age and the convenience of the city, so she overcompensated with things like giving me the largest room or getting up early everyday just to make me pancakes. The truth was; I’m totally content being here in her fairy tale cabin. I never was one for large groups of friends or shopping or the buzz of a big city.
On the north side of the living room is a kitchen full of antique cabinets and pieces Aunt Tess salvaged and re-finished. On the sunny southern side of the living room sits a dining room completely encased in glass panels that open into a magnificent garden. The only item in that area is a huge dining table made of an old oak tree from out back, topped with a slab of cool white marble. Hands down, it‘s the most beautiful piece in the entire house, surely a work of art. Maybe that's why it is my favorite piece, since I am an artist. Well, an art student, come Monday. I took in a nervous breath as I remembered that this was my last weekend living at home in my beautiful, quiet and comfortable paradise in the country.
"Avery, are you up yet?" Tess asked as she knocked at my door.
"Yeah, I’m up Aunt Tess," I replied with another yawn.
"Don't call me that, it makes me sound old," she protested as she entered my room and skipped over to my bed. She was thirty six, but looked as if she were only in her mid-twenties. She was really more of an older sister than anything else.
"Seriously, get up. I only have one day left with you before you leave me forever," she half joked as she ripped the duvet off the bed.
"Tess!" I cried and scrambled towards her. "Give it back!" Standing all of only five foot two in heels and sporting the bone structure and milky skin tone of a fourteen year old, it often felt like she was the teenager instead of me. But, all it took was one glance into her emerald green eyes to see the age and wisdom she kept hidden behind them to quickly remind me that she was the parent, not me. "What are you talking about anyway? I don't leave ’til Sunday. It's only Friday."