fable

Sleeping princess, pricked my finger on a spinning wheel, fell into a stupor for years...years gone and wasted, while I dreamt and had nightmares, and generated long grey hairs... I woke up with silvery hair at my knees, cobwebs on my face...my eyes had to learn to open...my limbs numb and silent, my bones brittle. I taught my limbs to feel so I could move to try to pull off my spiderweb shroud. I tried to use the hands I couldn't feel to rip through the thick layers that had formed around me like twisted tapestry. My nails so long they curled and could not help me tear through. Trapped inside but still alive I waited...for strength to return to me, so I could get up and run away.