“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.
