Sleeping Beauty married Congressman Charming and they went to live down in the deep south where he had his kingdom, near the Water People. It was her second wonderful marriage and it was his third wonderful marriage and they really wouldn’t be surprised if theirs fell apart as well, but it miraculously hasn’t.
Sleeping Beauty, needless to say, liked her beauty sleep. And she liked her beauty sleep in cooooold, dark rooms. On the other hand, Congressman Charming had several businesses, among them, cut flowers.
One really warm summer day, Sleeping Beauty went to the cold storage rooms to work on the flower inventories.
It was so cool and nice inside that Sleeping Beauty fell fast asleep. But mercifully not for a hundred years. Just for a little more than a hundred minutes.
Late that afternoon, Congressman Charming arrived at the cut flower business offices and looked for his Sleeping Beauty. The company staff frantically looked for her. They looked in the upstairs offices, downstairs offices, all the washrooms, the kitchen, the garage… but they could not find her.
Finally, someone thought that he had heard Sleeping Beauty would be checking on the flower inventories… so they ran to the cold storage rooms, fearful that she had been locked in and that her cries for help had been unheard.
But lo and behold… There she was sleeping blissfully, stretched out on 2 Monobloc armchairs face-to-face, snoring lightly and contentedly, for she just had almost a whole “lechon de leche” for lunch. Congressman Charming had a good laugh.
“It was just so nice, you know. Siesta! So cooooold. Exactly my style!” explained Sleeping Beauty in her fashionable Colegio Santa Maria del Camino (Madrid, Espana) contralto.
And Sleeping Beauty and Congressman Charming lived happily for several years. With Sleeping Beauty’s occasional jaunts to the cold storage rooms.
Well, they almost lived happily ever after…
(This is not a fairy tale. It’s for real.)