Fairy’s, mermaids, dragons disappear as we age. Santa, the Easter bunny, and tooth fairy no longer hold a pure uncontainable excitement.

No longer do we toss and turn unable to fall asleep on these special nights. Nor do we wake up at dawn to run down the stairs or flip over a pillow to see the piece of magic waiting for us there.

But what if that’s not true, what if we can find magic in the little things we do. But nothing can be seen if we can’t look through the truth we’re told is to be true.