You wake up with a gasp, and in a cold sweat. You feel behind your back and when you find it as flat as before, you were relieved, yet, at the same time, disappointed.
“For a people who run around like there’s not enough hours in the day, you sure like to sleep a lot.” It was the fairy; she’s lounging on the windowsill wearing a sundress made of purple flower petals. “You humans are a paradoxical bunch.” She appears to be holding a flower between her first two fingers with a gentle, glittering pink mist wafting from the slightly open bud. She put the stem to her mouth, inhaled from it and blew out a plume of pink mist. “We fairies stay up to the wee hours of the morning, get up at the crack of dawn and yet, still wake rested and relaxed.”
“Wait, fairies smoke?” You ask.
The fairy giggled. “No, we ‘mist’; and the differences between the two are as night and day. It’s not an addiction, nor is it harmful; in fact, it’s actually beneficial… hmm, how do I compare this in an Earth Side human’s way… Think of it as… the fairy equivalent of a sports drink.” She took another puff from her flower.
As you put your clothes back on, you catch a peculiar scent. It was the mist, which seemed like a cross between potpourri and a floral perfume; quite pleasant not at all the foul scent of tobacco smoke. While you would never taken up smoking, you had to admit, your curiosity was piqued. “Can I try it?” You ask.