You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep

'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare

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When he'd first seen them, he'd been, well, sceptical. There were tons of them; How had he not seen them before? They perched on the mantel above his fireplace, on the shelves he kept his spellbooks on.

They glimmered, shining like miniature flames, some emitting harmless little sparks, like dying embers. But the majority of them, they looked like embers. Call him crazy, but they did.

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I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

When I fall asleep

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Apparently the ability to see the faeries ran in the family. Wales, Ireland, most of the Kirklands, they could see them too. It made him feel better; If he was going insane, at least he wasn't alone.

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Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep

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He'd started leaving his windows open at night. The winged creatures, and their friends would visit him in these dark hours, brightening his dreary home like living Christmas lights. His gleaming green eyes would follow the faeries, who left trails of glowing starstuff through the darkness. It helped him stay relaxed at the world meetings if he imagined the mythics there with him, especially the faeries.

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To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell

But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar

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He hated leaving for the meetings, it meant he wouldn't see them for a while.

But he knew he'd see them again.

At least in his dreams.

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I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams

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A/N

Well, hope ya like it.

Owl City inspires me.

End of story.

~Dream