The Prince knelt on the covers, hands hovering over her
shape, uncertain how to go about this. She was so pale, and her breathing so
shallow that she could have slept in Death’s arms.
“Go on, go on,” the old fairy coaxed from the doorway. “She’s
been dreaming of you, too, for so many years.”
Heart thudding against his ribs, The Prince lowered until he
finally felt her breath sweeping his cheek. He took the narrow peak of her
chin, holding his breath for fear an exhalation would blow her away in the
breeze, and pressed his mouth to hers in a kiss he’d dreamed nightly for
months. She moaned into his mouth, body arching under him, and he lowered his
left arm to sweep her from the bed. Yet as soon as his hand touched the small
of her back, a palm thrust into his forehead, pushing him away, and her body
lurched, curling into the covers and burying her face in the pillow.
“Five more minutes,” she mumbled. “Just five more minutes…”
Ah, that was a great twist. I wonder if the fairy will next conjure up an alarm clock.
ReplyDeleteHa! I know a couple of princesses who are just like this...
ReplyDeleteOh, dear, I'm a princess and I didn't even know it! :) (although it's usually "Nine minutes more", since that's the setting on my snooze button)
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Oh that is my everyday beg... Prefer the story like this, John, and it fits yesterdays topic. Realism indeed.
ReplyDeletePrince schmince, you wake me early you'll get more than a palm to the forehead. :)
ReplyDeleteAnyone who wakes up a really good sleep (and a hundred years has to fall into that category) is lucky to get out alive. This is a very accommodating princess, unless she is taking the passive aggressive approach, and will ask for five more minutes with each kiss...
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Cute and funny take on the old tale, John.
ReplyDeleteNot all Princesses do mornings. I know this well. Nice story John.
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