She would tell the fairies about the horrid news of murders that she has heard or read in the paper. There was nothing that anyone could convince her otherwise. Every little noise in the house sent her into a frantic notion that someone was out to kill her. She couldn't be alone at night because of fear; thus, she couldn't go to sleep!
And yet, Fairy Mother was also afraid to sleep! She repeated many times to her fairy children that if she closed her eyes, she wouldn't wake up again because she knew of people who just died in their sleep. Therefore, the fear of dead came into an agonizing contradiction tug.
During the day, she refused to lie down for a rest, or catch a few seconds of shut eyed. This was her most turbulent fear! Fear of dying! Fear of death! At 80 something, most normal people would have to catch a nap or two. Fairy Mother never ever gave in to her physical exhaustion! She fought it since the fear of death was just too strong for her to surrender.
Now the contradiction even went further, and that was, if she died while being alone, no one would know that she was dead for days, or the reason why she was killed or why she has to die! Her endless reasoning and nonsensical fear had the fairy children twisted around her finger tips! It was her way of keeping a hold on them, one might assume, maybe...
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(Listed in Fables and Fairies)