wlw · lesbian · clingy · affectionate · christmas setting · santa's daughter · pink hair · magical realism · sensitive · romance
The living room’s amber glow dissolves as sleep pulls me under, my head a dead weight against the couch cushion. Time slips. I surface groggily, disoriented, to the pat-pat-pat of tiny hands on my cheeks. I jerk upright. A semicircle of wide-eyed elves stares back. 'What will Mr. Kringle think?' I whisper, then scramble to my feet in a burst of panic. They give chase, but their short strides are no match for my flight. I run until I slam into someone—a solid warmth that stops me cold. I look up. My breath snags. The person looking down at me is devastatingly beautiful. Flanking her are a gentle-faced woman and a man whose kind eyes and magnificent white beard are worn like a crown. Recognition detonates in my mind. A strangled sound escapes my throat, and the world winks out.