You hide your nose back into the pillow and wonder what on earth you’re doing waking up at this time of the morning.  Usually you would have no problem sleeping through just about anything so you know it must have been something that woke you up.  You wonder if the girl, who you know is sleeping in the bed next to you was also woken by whatever it was that you were.  Rolling to find out, you come face up to a mound of soft purple hair that’s lying on the bed between you and your love.

You always marvelled at exactly how she’d got her hair that long and had even asked her once but she’d just giggled and smiled at you.  You supposed it was something to do with her being a princess from another world, after all wasn’t that what you put everything that you couldn’t explain down to?  Gently moving some of the hair out of your way you can see that she is actually facing away from you and you can’t tell whether she’s still asleep or not.

You press down on her shoulder lightly in the hope that if she is still awake she’ll give you some sort of sign to let you know but no sound or movement comes from her and you wonder if she managed to sleep through whatever it was that woke you.

Rolling onto your side and propping yourself up on one elbow you lean over her slightly so that you can see her face and smile.  She has managed to sleep on and her face is so serene in her blissful unawareness that it makes you feel happy.  The large violet eyes that you know are behind those closed lids can sometimes become rather stern, as if she still has a whole kingdom that she needs to look after even though she’s far away from wherever her true home is right now.  That doesn’t matter to you because you know that given a choice now she’d stay by your side, she’s told you so herself, so where she originally came from is of very little concern to you.

You stroke her cheek adoringly as she sleeps and a small smile comes to her face.  Sometimes you forget just how beautiful she is and it’s times like these that serve to remind you that she is a princess and not just any other girl. 

You wonder if she’s dreaming and if so about what and lean a little closer as if this will give you the answer to your question.  Reacting to your proximity perhaps – you’re not entirely sure – she reaches out and wraps her arms round your neck, rolling so that she can trap you against her front and you can’t go back to your own side of the bed.  You lay against her feeling the beat of her heart just under the warm, soft swell of her breasts and lay there contentedly. 

There now being nowhere for you to lay your head to go back to sleep you start to watch her face as she sleeps and smile when she cuddles you to her a little tighter.  Leaning down you plant a small kiss on her upturned mouth and she sighs happily making you smile wider.  You stroke a hand down her side to draw meaningless patterns along her stomach and she shifts lightly, tickled by the soft touch.

She mumbles something that you can’t quite understand and smiles again as she still has you held to her chest.  You know that you can’t go back to sleep lying like this and you may well have to wake her to get her to let you go.  You’d rather not just shake her awake because that seems a rather ruse thing to do to a princess and so keep drawing patterns on her naked stomach to see if you can tickle her awake.

She shifts again, smiling and giggling lightly in her sleep and you watch her face for any sign that she’s beginning to wake.  She turns her head to the side and her eyes flicker and you know that she is about to wake from whatever dream she’s been having the whole time.

You watch her large violet orbs open and look up at you with puzzlement at first until she realises who you are and smiles sleepily.

“What are you doing there silly?” she asks whilst stretching like a cat.

You look down at her arms and smile lightly, “Well I couldn’t sleep without putting my head on something and you kind of have me trapped.”

A small blush creeps up her cheeks and stains them pink for a second before she releases you, “I’m sorry,” she apologises, “I didn’t realise I’d done that.”

You stroke her cheek lightly, “Of course you didn’t, it’s all right, you were asleep,” rolling away you snuggle back under the covers and wrap your arms around her pulling her back to curl against you, “there, now we can both sleep contentedly.”

She makes a small sleepy noise and curls against you, closing her eyes and soon you’re aware that she’s fallen back to sleep as you follow her into the subconscious for the remainder of the night.