His hand, bruised from writing, furiously scribbled. The words came out like carbon dioxide, constant but useless and the pile of crumpled paper on his side keeps getting bigger.
The light of dawn tiptoes by the window
as she lay in bed-
Nope, did this already.
The first light touched her temples
as she lays in bed, drowned in oblivion
The dawn, a promise; the fulfillment of a tale
of a beauty that slept with flaxen hair
Good start though. But it's a bit dim for a Disney princess. So he resorted to something a bit more cheery-something Mr. Disney and that mouse would appreciate.
Starlight, moonlight (it always begins with stuff like this), laser beams
accompany her as she travels her dreams.
Heroes and horses, princes and knights
armed with valor, unafraid of night.
True love's kiss, she patiently awaits
But bitterness he thought is a mood killer. Even that Accounting exam sounds better than just wallowing in his sadness while it consumes him inside out. And while Maroon 5 and Adele and that Katy Perry song destroys the life out of his eardrums, he remembers pulling that chair and writing this shit. Sorry he didn't do Aurora justice.
iii: Disney Princesses