Pascal, the green chameleon yawned. He opened his beady eye and glanced out of the window that he had been sleeping by. The sun was rising, Pascal propped himself up slightly and stretched. It squeaked like a toy happily, it looked around the room and spotted a familiar figure lying in bed.
Pascal hopped off and window ledge and crawled up the leg of the bed. It stood at the end and gave a loud squeak. The figure stirred, the blanket slides off revealing, a princess snuggling tight in the sheets.
Pascal rolled his eyes, and jumped onto the sheets and made its way to the shoulder of the sleeping figure. It turned around and saw the clock, it might not be able to read time but it certainly knows the hands of the clock. One of which was pointing to the number seven. And since the sun was rising, it was time for the princess to wake up. Or that was what she usually did before.
Pascal crept up close; it took a deep breath and gave a louder squeak. The figure shifted a little but she was not awake yet. All of the sudden, the green chameleon remembered something useful, a method it used once that worked very well when waking up the unconscious. Pascal positioned itself quickly, grinned sneakily and then, without waiting he stuck his long tongue out and shot it into her ears.
Almost immediately, Pascal was sent flying, the bed sheets were flipped over. It landed onto the cushioned chair nearby with a soft thump.
"AHHH!" she bolted straight up and backed away a little against her pillows, her fingers rubbing the damp spot in her ears.
"Wha?" She questioned, her eyes were finally open, and she gave a small yawn then looked around. She spotted the chameleon staring at her from the chair. It wasn't hard to spot it and nothing much in her room was green anyway.
"Pascal…" she muttered, then like a click of a switch.
"Oh, Pascal!" she exclaimed.
Pascal shook its head obviously not regretting its actions; it clambered up the window ledge and used his tail to point energetically towards the gleam of the sun.
The princess glanced across her room, to the clock that sat on her study table. Then, she felt a rush of adrenaline pump through her body. "OH NO! I am so late!"
Pascal hopped down from his spot on the window ledge and approached the princess, it tried to pitch in as she folded her sheets, put away the pillows, dusting the linen. The princess rushed off to the bathroom next door.
She pulled out her light purple silk dress and put it on quickly, she dashed from one corner to another gathering her grooming tools.
Finally, she sat down in front of the mirror. She picked up the brush and began to brush her hair. The princess had some trouble getting used that she was now sporting a shorter length. She gave her short indistinct curls a good brush, and then took a long good look at her reflection.
Half a year ago, she had long blonde hair that required hours to bush and clean, now she had become a brunette sporting hair much shorter than what she was used to. Everything had changed.
The princess smiled, and her reflection smiled back of course. It was a strange feeling, to be free.
Then, she heard impatient squeaking coming from the outside.
"Coming, Pascal. Hold on." She said and placed the brush back down neatly.
The princess turned away from her reflection, she found herself looking at the back of the door.
"A new day awaits, I love being free!" She whispered to herself in an excited voice, she jumped up and down on the spot while declaring.
When she turned the handle and opened the door.
The princess found herself, not looking downwards at her chameleon but upwards, as the green chameleon had found a spot on the shoulders of a person.
"Eugene!" She said grinning widely. "Good morning!"
"Uh Huh" Eugene replied, "Looking at the mirror again?"
Pascal made a noise that sounded like a hushed snigger.
"You took your own sweet time, can't resist?" Eugene added, he gave her a playful smile.
"No, I did not." The princess said, even though she knew that it was becoming a habit and she had been spending an awful amount of time looking at the mirror, wondering where long her hair had gone.
"Haha, don't get ruffled up." Eugene said, adding his own laughter, he pulled the princess close to him and hugged her rightly.
"I am not ruffled, my hair is short because you cut it this way." She said, sounding muffled because she was pressed up against him.
Eugene snorted, "Well, I am glad I did."
The princess peered upwards and caught his eye, "I have a thing for brunettes, remember?"
Eugene released the princess slightly, and he came close. Their lips met and then pulled apart gently.
"Good morning, Rapunzel." He told her.