A fierce hand gripped my chest, squeezing my lungs. No. it wasn’t my lungs. It was my heart. It was breaking.Wasn’t I stronger than this?

I didn’t want the sun to rise. I didn’t want the world to continue turning. I wanted the whole planet put into stasis until I could catch up.

I haven’t finished revisiting Sleeping Beauty. As a faerie tale, that one is rife with inherent difficulties. After all, the world doesn’t stop just because one person is asleep.