Magical Sleepford A Short Story by Random Writer Gemma Olsson had always loved magical Sleepford with its important, iffy igloos. It was a place where she felt surprised. She was an energetic, ruthless, squash drinker with ginger feet and blonde spots. Her friends saw her as a quick, queasy queen. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a shiny toddler. That's the sort of woman he was.