Sailor Moon and all associated senshi are the property of Naoko 
Takeuchi, Kodansha, Bandai, and a whole bunch of other people I 
either don't remember or don't know about.  Everything else, 
however, belongs to me, and is guarded by my vicious attack 
gerbils.  If you wish me to call them off, please ask nicely.

Visit my website, Jelynne's Little Mess 
at www.crosswinds.net/~jelynne

To contact the author, please write to jlynne33@hotmail.com

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			4 am - Reality
			By: Jelynne
			Rating: PG

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	The world changed yesterday.  Magic became real.  Just like 
that.

	There wasn't any warning.  One moment everything is 
normal - calm, ordered, *scientific* - the next, it's as if a 
curtain's been torn away, and anything can be real.  Anything at 
all.

	I stopped believing in fairy tales long ago.  But now 
they're true.  Talking animals, magical transformations, 
monsters... they're all real.

	I can't deal with this.  I want my nice, quantifiable, 
explicable life back.

	Because I don't know where this stops.  If magic is real, 
and fairy tales are true, does that mean I should believe in little 
green men?  Or mermaids?  What about Santa Claus, or the Easter 
Bunny?

	I don't know about those, but there is one thing I do.  I 
believe in magic.  With all my heart.

	Because I've never felt that way before.  So alive, so 
connected, so vital.  It was a curtain lifting off my soul, and I 
was truly myself for the first time.

	Even now, so many hours later, I'm still thrumming with it.  
Like there's some strange, wonderful drug in my system.

	And I want more.  I'm an addict from the first dose.  I 
don't think I could ever get enough.

	So, magic exists.  So does science.  I can believe in 
both.  I can always believe in both.