She really wished she had access to fairy dust that she could sprinkle everywhere making people bend to her wishes. Well, and making people happy as well. She could easily dream of skipping around the neighborhood sprinkling good will.

Instead, she was trapped in this bathroom sipping on a bad wine knowing tomorrow her sinuses would hurt. It was not fair to have been told about fairy godmothers growing up. There is no such thing. And, good luck was rather hard to come by.