I am of the fae. I live in a faerie realm under and through a lake. I don't expect you to understand.
I am the daughter of the King, which makes me a Faerie Princess. My father's kingdom is in a shadow realm. We are Sidhe, the most respected of all the faeries. I have it all. Faeries do. You can't really want for anything when everything is at your fingertips but even faeries get bored or especially faeries get bored and of all of the faeries the Sidhe are the worst for it. Most of the Sidhe in my father's realm satiate the needs arising from boredom with endless carousing. This consists mostly of drinking and revelling to an extent you would not - could not - understand.
We can also travel into the realm of the mortals by casting a simple spell. Well, it's simple if you know it. Generally the fae that wander in your realm do no more than an extension of the shadow realm diversions. Every now and then a Sidhe with the ability will grant a mortal some kind of power. The mortal is then branded by its mortal compatriots as a witch or as moon-mad and is either burned or drowned or has holes drilled into its skull to release the demons but by then the demons, such as we are, are long gone.
Tomorrow I am to be crowned as the heir to my father's kingdom and then for three hundred seasons while the court revels I will be locked in a tower and I will study to be the Queen. It isn't quite as bad as it seems. It's a big tower and I'll have room service.

Today, however, it was my duty, basically, to carouse for the last time.

You can live for a year in the inch and a half between Sunday and Monday if you know where to stick the lever.
If you can put your cards on the table and abdicate then there's a slim chance the truth will emerge.
There's a lifetime between your place or mine if you don't really know the answer.
When I was sitting across from an other-world entity there's was nothing I could do but slowly give into the demonstrative and fervent emotional surge.
Faith is stronger than fact and thicker than blood.

There was a feeling of movement and then a sound like Ga-Chunk from within the Walkman. 'Silo', the title track of the tape became a muddy, slurred mess. Esmerelda stopped jogging and moved to the side of the path that ran through the park as a couple of people jogged by. She took the little black box from her hip, shook it and when that achieved nothing, pressed the stop button. The slow slurring murmur still discharged from the headphones. Esmerelda freaked. She pulled the headphones off and dropped the entire Contraption, as she abruptly began to call it, on the ground. It fell open as a Walkman never should. A dribble of noise emitted from the headphones for another five seconds and then stopped. Sony suddenly had a lot to answer for.
Esmerelda picked Silo out of the technological carnage and pocketed it for later inspection. Perhaps something could be saved. After carefully wrapping the mess of plastic and wires, which was her pride and joy up until this point, in her sweater she walked the rest of the way home.
She arrived back in her studio apartment just as the clock on the kitchen wall ticked over to 7:00am. She dumped the sweater and its contents on the kitchen table and started brewing a pot of coffee. While flicking through the mail she'd picked up on her way up the six flights of stairs to her apartment she recalled that this was a beautiful start to not just another year but another decade. It was her thirtieth birthday. There was a card from her parents addressed to her full name: Zelda Esmerelda Dweller. she thought. Twice a year, birthday and Christmas, she was reminded of this. She pulled the mess of tape out of her pocket and dumped it on the kitchen table with the bills and the card and what was left of her Walkman and showered and readied herself for work.
As she came out of the bathroom drying her hair she checked her clock: 8:00am. Just enough time to check her e-mail and then to work. She dressed while she waited for her computer to boot up and then dialled in and glanced down at the computer's clock. She murmured at herself: "Hang on that can't be right." It was an hour fast. Must be something wrong with the BIOS. The first e-mail was from her brother.
Hey-ho kiddo, Happy birthday! Is this daylight savings? Or is daylight savings when the clocks go back? I can never figure it out. Anyway, Spring Forward, Sis ;)
JACOB...

"No. Oh NO!" She shut down the computer and gathered her stuff. "There's a saying, 'from bad to worse' isn't there?" She asked her apartment as she closed the door.