The Shadow of a Dream by Paula Gail Benson
“The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.” -- from Hamlet by William Shakespeare
While hunting through the forest, I heard about a hidden kingdom, now lost in overgrown vines and dosing subjects. All winnable by a single kiss.
Being an enterprising sort, I hacked my way through the overgrowth and entered the castle, passing by those slumped in perpetual slumber. Reaching the tower room, I found the princess lying in regal splendor, her hand pricked by a spinning wheel’s spindle resting beside her cheek.
All asleep one hundred years. All waiting to resume. What?
Princess, do you know your nap’s length? What do you expect when you wake? Might you dream of me?
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