Sleeping Beauty
I lay here, my eyes forever closed. I must suffer through this curse, and all I can do is hope that someday my prince will come. But right now my heart is filled with a deep despair, one that I can never be rid of, one that slowly eats away at my soul, bit by bit, until I am left to nothingness.
That witch put an evil spell on me, a terrible curse, so that I am now condemned to an everlasting slumber, doomed to wander aimlessly in my dreams. And dream I do, but always of the same theme: when that one fateful day that my prince will come, and I am awakened by love.
I know somewhere in my heart that someday, my true love will come. He will wake me with a single kiss. And though painful and slow, I will wait for that day. Wait for it with open arms and a hopeful mind.
But even still, this solitude is unbearable. I cannot even explain how much I long for love. Love could take away all this pain. I could be me again. But instead I lay here, inwardly weeping, forever sorrowful, forever distressed.
A Sleeping Beauty.
