“Are you friends with the limo driver? Because he’s soooo fired.”

“Oh, no, oh wretched one. I am your fairy godmother.”

I laughed. “Wow, I don’t remember doing any drugs, but you never know.”

She snapped her fingers, and the divider moved down and then up. She snapped again, and the door unlocked.

I reached for the handle.

But the woman snapped again, and it sealed shut.

Hallucinations. What was happening? I rubbed my eyes and shook my head side to side. Someone must have put something in my drink. I just didn’t remember having one yet.

“The sooner you accept this, the sooner we can get on with it.”

Has to be a dream. Maybe I still slept in my bed. I squeezed my eyes shut, then peeked through my lashes. The woman waved. I tried again. The same thing happened. Giving up, I opened my eyes, crossed my arms, and glared. Fine. Better play along, get this over with, so she’d get out of my limo, and I could get to the bar. “Okay, you’re my fairy godmother. Are you here to make me a princess?”

“While some women deserve to be princesses, well, some deserve to be maids.”