Under the blankets,
From behind the pillow,
I stare at the screen.
I press a button on the remote-
the television flashes
and I am gone.
The fleece blanket surrounding me has become
a raggedy brown dress
The pillow, a bucket and soap.
I hear the mice calling me with tiny voices
Bubbles surround me;
I reach up with a dirt covered hand to pop one
The prince takes my hand
I look up into his eyes.
They are dark and mysterious,
I run my hands along the violet and blue of the flying carpet
and we soar past the palace walls,
over the desert and above the world.
The world is green;
I’m sitting on a tree branch
and I can feel the kiss
of rain across my cheeks.
My hand is against his,
the scary wild jungle man
who isn’t quite so scary.
His hand is much bigger than mine.
In fact, his hand engulfs mine,
It is furry and gentle
as he leads me around the ballroom of his long forgotten castle.
Books pale in comparison to
feeling like a princess
and dancing with a beast.
The music swells
With the snow falling
Just outside the window.
There is a hag at the window.
She offers me and apple
Redder than the rubies and garnets
The dwarves bring home from the mines
I haven’t had fruit since I was at the castle with my step mother.
Surely one bite couldn’t hurt.
The witch sneers as I crunch through the thin skin.
Apple juice runs down my chin.
My eyes shut.
My eyes are open.
A boy sits in front of me,
red cape flying behind him.
The feeling of his lips
Lingers on my own,
An effect of how
He woke me from my slumber.
I open my mouth to thank him,
To use my voice for the first time
In one hundred years
I wish I still had my voice
I sacrificed it to get to the prince but
how can I tell him that I love him
if a sea witch took the one thing I needed in order to say it?
He puts his hand under my chin as if to
He leans in close
He leans back away from me,
his hand under my chin in order to
stare into my eyes.
“Oh Anna, if only there was someone out there who loved you.”
My soul is cold, so cold.
If only I could get to the light of the fire.
Fire sparks the fuse of the missile that
Is aimed for the mountains
China is under attack
And it is my duty to my family
And to my ancestors to defend it.
I may be a woman among men but
I will make sure that the Huns know me only as
the soldier from the mountains.
The missile explodes
and my world goes black.
Oxygen coming back to my lungs.
The T.V. glimmers blue on the DVD eject screen.
I look at my bare feet,
not encased in glass like Cinderella’s.
I reach for the top of my head,
Where there is no crown like Aurora’s.
Deep within me, though,
I am still one of them,
a princess of the best kind.
My eyes flicker to the clock: 12:00 AM.
I shrug off my blanket and run to the DVD player.
There is always time for one more.