Jake moves himself upwards. Sits up, and wonders to himself. His mind is blank.
He puts the two pillows on top of each other and slides himself backwards to lean against the pillows leaning against the solid wall. If only he felt as solid as the wall, but also as soft as the pillows. If only he felt like both of them put together. He smiles to that thought, and then lets his mind drift.

He wishes there was something to help him. Something out there. Something magical.
Something, or somebody, or something, that could make everything allright.
A magic wand.
Woosh, and everything is OK. Everything is good.

A fairy.
He wants a fairy.
Jake wants a fairy.

What was that book he read? Peter Pan or something. Too tiring. Too much happened in the book.
Ahhh. He lets a sigh out.

Maybe he could.
Maybe if he closed his eyes and wished so hard, maybe he'll get his fairy.
She'll be smiling like an idiot, and she'll do everything he asks her.
These fairies are always stupid, but maybe they're good.
She'll have a big smile, she'll be really pretty, she'll have white tights, she'll be dressed like a ballet woman, but she'll be really small.
And she'll do everything he asks her.

No. Well, maybe.

Maybe he'll ask her for everything, she'll argue with him at first, but eventually she'll do them all. She'll do everything he asks her to do. Or make. Or make happen. Or make unhappen.
Can she do that? Can she make things unhappen?