Sleeping Boredom

Once upon a time,
I touched a spindle.
It was the worst decision of my life.
My godmothers put me to bed.
They begin to argue,
Like always.
I lay there hearing every word.
I try to open my eyes.
 

Zilch.

Not a thing I can do.

Why me?

I’ll wake up with true love’s kiss?

How absurd!

I’m a PRINCESS?!

I don’t care what color my dress is.

Just not PINK or BLUE.

Minutes,
Hours,
Days go by….

I’m so bored!
I’m not supposed to be “sleeping”.
My brain feels tired,
But I can’t stop thinking.
I feel so clueless.
It’s eerily silent.

Flora?

Fauna?

Merryweather?

Where are they?

Something touches my lips…

I CAN SEEEEE

I quickly move,
But become disoriented.
I let my body adjust.
There’s noises outside my room.
I run out the door.

WHAT IS MY LIFE

I WALK INTO A WAR SCENE

There’s a guy, fighting a dragon.
The dragon sees me.
I’m running from fire.
The guy is on the floor.
He has a sword and shield.
I grab both.
I have no clue what I’m doing.
I somehow slay the dragon.
Enough chaos for one day.

Um thanks for back there…

I’m Phillip.

I smile.

No problem,

Aurora.

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