![]() ![]() My prince had been turned into a vampire-a Strigoi, to be specific. And my prince? Well, that was a long story. Any day now, this dream-no, nightmare would end, and I'd get my prince and happy ending.īut there was no happy ending to be found, at least not in the foreseeable future. Surely I must be a princess in an enchanted sleep. There were days I thought I'd wake up and discover that recent events in my life hadn't actually happened. After all, there'd been a guy in the class that I liked, so how could I be expected to pay attention to literary analysis? Now, three years later, I understood the poem perfectly.īecause lately, my life really did seem like it was on the precipice of being a dream. ![]() One of the lines was, "If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking." It hadn't meant much to me at the time. Once when I was in ninth grade, I had to write a paper on a poem.
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