Once Upon A Time

Once Upon A Time, in a not so far town there lived a girl who was not extravagantly beautiful or a princess or the daughter of incredibly rich parents. She was just a girl.
At night, she would stay up late because she was cursed. A wicked shaman woman sent evil dreams to her every night so that the girl's slumber was fraught with fear.
The girl knew that neither prince nor his steed could help her. Just as with Lady Macbeth, her illness was of the mind and not of the body. Even so, she was still willing to try True Love's Kiss.
Unfortunately, no one else was and so the girl found herself between a rock and this really dingy pub called A Hard Place. The girl knew that she needed to sleep for one hundred years to make up for all her lost time but there were no options available to her.
The girl tried bleeding out as Sleeping Beauty had done but to no avail. She tried poisons like those in Snow White's apple. She still could not sleep a peaceful dream.
Like the princess with a pea below her mattress, the poor girl was forever doomed to turn in her slumber and wake unrested. It was most unfortunate for all the girl had ever wanted was a fairytale.
All she had wanted was the opportunity to wear a floaty dress and be taken off to a castle where the sun goes when it sets. The girl wanted someone to wake her on every morning with a kiss. She wanted to fill a castle with oddly named children. It was not to be so.
The girl continued to dream her awful dreams and gave up on her hopes. Instead, she learned to live with her problem. The girl ignored the dreams and how they made her feel. She ignored how lonely she was and she ignored the existence of the real people around her.
The girl focussed on her lessons and studied History at a facility for further education. She lived with a close friend with similar interests and life goals. They inhabited a townhouse together until she moved in with her greatest friend.
This friend helped her with her goal of children through magic, known to most people as IVF. The two had a son and he was named Aaron Lee because Choc Hazelnut Spread was considered inappropriate. The three lived a long, full and adequate life. The father was a pilot in the RAAF. His plane was shot down and he died. The girl coped.
The girl grew old and paid off her mortgage. She sent her son to the finest institutes of education available to him. The girl memorised poetry and sang songs to herself as she went about her aging business. Mostly it was baking and cleaning. Sometimes it was baby-sitting. She always loved children.
The girl lay down and died.
She was better off.

Lit project that I'm having some fun with so crit is welcome but only if it is nice and possibly useful. Otherwise you'll ruin my day.