midnight will strike

just a little story journaling I did from reflecting on some recent stuff.

The woman has awoken.
She was no Cinderella; she was asleep. Cursed by the prick of her finger, set by her enemy, her creator has finally whispered a gentle kiss:
wake up. Trust me.

And the thought of what was reality, was actually a dream. And what was a dream is actually reality.

For she doubted her creator and he smiled upon her silly doubts only.

The woman has now been swallowed in truth and chosen to abide in him and in him only. For the matter now is just time, and midnight will not be the curse. She will have to go through many midnights, but she won't mind; for behind the many midnights,

There will stand her prince.

And she, will be veiled in beauty her creator has bestowed upon her that she cannot earn herself. The man's gaze will see upon the beauty and will then not be able to stop praising the giver of beauty.

The creator is good.

Now the only matter is time.