For many years I have lain sleepless in my lonely bed with only spiders for pillow friends.
Maybe my being awake is the reason for your non-appearance to kiss me gently on the cheek before whisking me off to your enchanted palace.
I fear the gifts of beauty, wit, grace, dance, song, and music presented to me as an infant princess, by my fairy godmothers, are fading fast.
Last night I did manage three sleeps…. Rather a miracle for me, so perhaps you could tip toe in my direction tonight.
I do make good cakes and treats and chocolate truffles worthy of a prince.
At this stage my garden is so over grown that you may well have passed by thinking it was a setting for Game of Thrones, the Vikings or some other modern day TV epic!
I do realise that like me, age is catching up with you too. Yesterday and again today, I spent time in the wilderness of my garden clearing a narrow pathway of brambles to ease your journey to my bedside.