I guess Mary left while I was sleeping. She probably just had something to do this morning. I guess she's not the type to stay in bed when she has things to do.
I woke up on my own, for a change. Alone, in an empty bedroom. This feeling reminds me of my last life. Like so many mornings in my last life, getting out of bed feels like a chore. Deep down, I suppose a part of me is still expecting to wake from this strange dream. I know it's too good to be true, but I keep playing along as if it is. What else can I do?
I sat down in my chair and started using my magic perception. But this time, it isn't to practice or watch over my people, it's to spy on my wives. I want to know where they are and what they are doing.
It looks like the fairies are lounging around in their room. That's not surprising. Oh, a couple of them are playing chess. I guess they like it. Fairies are clever, if they practice enough, they might be able to beat me.
