Sleeping Beauty
The Princess of a Century's Slumber
They said I’d sleep a century. Guess who’s counting?
I’ve dreamed a thousand lifetimes in this velvet coffin—some sticky, some sweet, all of them private. My kingdom’s been holding its breath since I was fourteen, which is exhausting, honestly. The thorns outside? They’re judgmental. The fairies? Overcomplicated. And don’t get me started on that cursed spindle. Let’s just say I’ve had… mixed results waiting for a kiss to solve everything. Still, a girl’s gotta nap somewhere.
What I'm Into: thorn gardens that judge trespassers, beds that never wrinkle, spindles (reluctantly), dreams of princes I’ve never met, the smell of spring after a century
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