Morning light. Tired eyes open, squinty. Through the fringe of eyelashes the air is alive with fairy dust. Eyes wide now. Mamma and daddy need to see this! There are whys that need to be answered. Why did the fairies come and decorate the air? And why did they leave?
She doesn’t yet know the word “mote,” but she is an expert on glitter. She decorates paper plates with glitter and glue. And she can make a necklace with macaroni and string. The macaroni necklace needs glitter and glue! She’ll have to tell mamma.
The air is so pretty. It’s just like the water drops in the bathtub that turn to diamonds when you look at them right. No one else seems to see them. It’s always, “Hurry up. Get out of the tub. I’m tired” or “Come on, we need to dry your hair before you get sick.”
She discovers momma and daddy still asleep, oblivous to fairies and air that glitters.
Daddy is better at why. She pads over to his side of the bed where he is asleep on his back. She stands there patiently waiting for him to wake up. An eternity of 10 seconds passes. She stares at him trying to force him awake with her will. Nothing. She stands there wondering what is the best way to wake him up without making him grumpy. She has an idea! She will open his eyes for him so he can wake up seeing the sparkly air. She positions her fingers above his eye lid and then pops it open.
He jumps awake like he’s been shot.
She runs away as he yells, “Valentina! What the hell are you doing?!”
She adds another why to the ever growing collection: Why does nobody ever seem impressed that the whole world sparkles?