I woke up at dawn with those tiny pixies in little voices.
The amusingly eccentric beauty caught me offguard as I took some glances.
Trying to eavesdropp and trying to keep me lurked.
But they saw me and gladly they smirked.
Comfort replaced my shivering appearance..
They seemed to pull my hand and led me in a grand entrance.
They were like descendants of Tinkerbell..
Probably with magic wands like fairies of Aurora's, I could tell..
Behind the canopy were walls with dazzling roses carved in gold.
A hall with chairs and tables and goblets in silvers were mold..
It was just like the palace where Cinderella left in a hurry..
Or the realm of the Beast whom Belle loved unconditionally..
It then bothered me how I looked with my pajamas and bare foot and hair unkempt.
This place in perfect whimsicalness I am really inept
Then the red shiny apples in the banquet hall gave me a notion..