#13 - Other Heroines

There was once a princess who slept in the sky.

Who slept in the bed of sleeping princesses. No one could awaken her. Not even the many princes who pressed their lips upon her still-warm but motionless lips. She has slept on the bed where she is laid down on for generations. Kingdoms and civilizations have come and gone, but there she lay, in the center of the city of dwarves. No one could awaken her.

She was as white as snow, but she was not Snow White.
She was as fragile to look upon and behold, but she was not Cinderella.
She radiated an intense but largely incomprehensible beauty, but she was not Belle.
She slept with a slight smile of a carefree soul, but she was not Ariel.
She was the princess of all princesses. She was the sleeping beauty.
The fairest of them all.

Aurora, some called her. But she was not Aurora, for Aurora died many ages ago.

This nameless princess, the true sleeping beauty, was neither as charming or distinct as all the princesses in the pantheon of royal ladies, yet she was the most universal in attraction. People who passed her resting place could feel her light fall on their faces, and they would be happy.

She would never wake up. Not even beyond the age of centuries. Most have forgotten her. Even the Prince of Thieves and Snow White have forgotten that there was another hope, besides the tree of their hearts, for the land of Fairies to relight their old fire and glory.

But the sleeping beauty will never wake up. She will never wake up. No prince would wake her. No shooting star. No frog from the bushes near by. No beast and no giants. Nothing.

Not even the Prince of Thieves, were he alive, would be able to steal her sleep and wake her from her peaceful slumber.

However.

Her mind moves.
Her thoughts are alive.
Her thoughts are not asleep.
Not today.

The sleeping beauty wants to wake up. Yes. She does.

But no one knows her secret.
So no one can save her.

She sleeps.