Casket Dreams
a fractured fairy tale I wrote as a teenager
There was a princess in a casket whose sleep was very deep. No one could wake her, no matter how they tried. And the dwarves, they did cry and cry. . ..
Then one day a prince came by and said he'd give it a try. He yelled and screamed and called her names but it was all to no avail. He sat down dejectedly on the casket and wondered what to do next. He was suddenly startled from his reverie by a sound.
It was the princess clearing her throat.
"Hi," he said.
"You stupid goat," she wailed. "You shouldn't have woken me up. I was having fun."
"I'm sorry miss," said the prince. "I was only trying to save your friends some pain. . . "
"Those blubbering idiots?!" the princess scoffed. "They cry all the time. You should've saved yourself the trouble."
"Well, if you feel that way about it," said the prince. "You can just go back to sleep."
She did exactly that and the prince rode off into the sunset and lived happily ever after.
About the Creator
Megan D. Robinson
elf by inclination.
lover of words, dancing, and witchcraft.
journalist, poet, storyteller, visual and performing artist.
abuse surviver, single parent with adult child, former dog mom.
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