He says I taste like summer. It is no wonder. It is always summer. It is my only solace, my prize. I wear it like a silk dress.
Endings are only beginnings in disguise.
Something always follows. A vowel then a consonant then another and another. No one ever has the last word. These are part of a series I did on Fairy Tales. This is about the spells cast on princesses, the years they spend asleep.