I saw her sleeping. I
knew I should do something. I wanted to run over. I wanted to kiss her full,
red lips. And run my fingers through her short coal hair.
“Hey
Princey! Aren’t you gonna kiss Snow White?”
But I was
frozen to the ground, my riding boots never moving an inch. True loves kiss?
Was there even such a thing?
My thoughts
and eyes were wandering but both led me back to the same place. Beautiful Snow
White encased in the glass coffin and the dwarves surrounded around her with
tears in their eyes.
.
.
.
.
Why grieve
when you can keep your loved one encased in Forever Glass?
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