The sparkling dust tickled her nose and she sneezed, tumbling across the dresser like a cotton ball caught in the wind. Down, down, down she fell, deep into the wicker basket, landing softly on a bed of pink-lipped tissues, which she now recognized as her own.
Their laughter brought her gaze upward where they circled, translucent wings effortlessly keeping them aloft, and beckoned her to join them. A bare whisper of thought sent her rocketing to the ceiling, bumping her head against the hard wooden beam.
The tiny, light-filled creatures somersaulted around the room in a fit of giggles and then, gently taking hold of her hands, they guided her out the window and into the night.
From the prompt “Faeries” at Five Sentence Fiction.