“Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.”
Kate Chopin.
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Philip didn't stop. She had to wake up. He kissed her on the cheeks, her head, her neck. He kissed her golden hair...but nothing happened.
How could this be? This isn't possible, thought the Prince struggling not to burst into tears of desperation. Aurora was not only his hope, but also the hope of a new beginning for the kingdom. If she didn't wake up, everything would have been in vain, meaningless.
As he stared fixedly at her, paralyzed by her obvious slumber he suddenly felt a movement in the lower part of the bed. Astonished, he stood up in a halt and could see that Aurora's legs were starting to move slowly. Her arms and torso followed, as if in a coordinated rhythmic movement, slow, yet firm and consistent.
Philip was awestruck, he just stood there looking at her beloved Princess regain consciousness after all these years.
Philip was awestruck, he just stood there looking at her beloved Princess regain consciousness after all these years.
And finally, without any further anticipation. She opened her eyes.
Ah! so they were blue...
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