Title: Sleeping Beauty
Go not into the forest.
Therein lies the ancient one; it is sleeping. Trees are mere babies to the being and mountains, toddlers. For eons, the mountains have stood guard and the trees have hidden its resting place – but they have grown indolent.
And now, it sleeps uneasily, rousing at the slightest noise of human folly.
Beware, it will come and come swiftly it will, creeping into bedrooms. When you are safe in your bed, it will come. When you are deep in your sleep, it will come. When you are snug under your duvet, it will come. And it will take your head that is sticking out of the duvet. And if your feet are sticking out, it will take those too.
So go not into the forest; the ancient one is sleeping.
It knows who has disturbed its sleep.
(142 words)
Ah, who doesn’t feel the rage of being awaken rudely, especially on a cold Saturday morning, when you are sleeping comfortably under your duvet. In a sense, I pity Sleeping Beauty when the prince came and woke her up from her sleep.
I guess I really value my sleeping time.
If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.
Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 1st May and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up. There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.
Prompt: Thursday photo prompt: Shade #writephoto
From the Window Seat 