The room was composed of various shades of green. The walls, for example, were a soothing shade of sage green. An arm chair stood in the corner, draped in a forest green velvet. Curtains the color of leaves on a lily plant framed the open window, billowing in the warm summer breeze.

A child sat on the pastel green linoleum, surveying the emerald parlor. She, herself, was dressed in a crisp, white sun dress—accentuating her golden brown skin. The child was the only thing in the room that was not some shade of green.

It made her stick out. She felt strange sitting alone in that parlor, dressed in white. She examined the pristine emerald velvet. Everything about the room seemed precise. Just as the last room she was in, except it was yellow.

The young child did not know why she had wandered into the colorful, perfect home. She wondered how the rooms could be in such excellent condition. Her mother had told her the house had been abandoned years ago. When her mother was just a girl, there had been an eccentric middle aged woman who lived here with her great grandmother.

The child’s curiosity had gotten the better of her. She wanted to see the forgotten home. However, now here, the child has realized that the green parlor was not forgotten at all. Someone or something had been looking after the house.

The young girl’s attention was pulled away from the velvet arm chair by a faint, almost indistinguishable noise. Yes! There it was again. The flutter of wings.

Her eyes surveyed the room until she spotted it—a small butterfly with delicate white wings. It had flown through the open window. The butterfly gracefully glided over to the child.

She held out her hand, half expecting the butterfly to disappear before her eyes. Instead, the butterfly landed on her finger and she realized it was not a butterfly at all!

“Hello, dear.” Despite being so small, the creatures voice was crystal clear.

“Hi.” The child breathes, her eyes sparkled with awe. “Are you a fairy?”

“I suppose you could say that.” The fairy said. “I came to see if you would join me for tea.”

“Tea?” The child asked. “I don’t think there’s a kettle here.”

“Just follow me, dear child.” The fairy suggested. With that, the fairy fluttered up and towards a mirror opposite of the window.

Enchanted, the child follows the fairy. She was surprised to see the fairy slip right through the glass as if it wasn’t there at all.

And so it was the child’s turn to approach the mirror. She cautiously extended her hand, pressing her fingers against the glass. She suddenly felt a cool breeze as her hand went through the glass. Then her arm and her shoulder. The rest of the child’s body followed.

She paused, observing her new surroundings. The mirror in the green parlor had led to a lush, ethereal forest. The flowers and the trees were vibrant and they seemed about fifty times larger than normal. That is, until, the child realized that the forest was not big—no, she was tiny. Just like fairy who had brought her here.

“Honey?” The fairy’s voice inquired.

The child turned her head in the direction of the sound and saw a quaint cottage made out of a mushroom. Outside, sat a table crafted from small sticks and grass.

“Honey would be lovely.”