“At least it’s not Princesses,” I said as I followed a silhouette of Tinker Bell scroll across the wall.

“This is all your fault,” Peter said.

I gulped, turned onto my side and wished with all my heart that I’d wake up and it would all have been a dream.

I fell asleep to the sound of my twin brother quietly sobbing.

No sooner had I fallen to sleep I woke up.

It was early, but I wasn’t sure how early.

I looked at the window.

It was daylight.

My nightie had scrunched up to my waist,

which meant it really wasn’t a dream.

I straightened it out as best I could.

I hadn’t noticed the curtains last night.

They were much thinner than our old ones,

and like our bedding, they too have the Disney princess all over them.