Snow White felt the warm sunlight on the outside of her eyelids, heard the sweet singing of the songbirds telling her that it was time to wake up. She had been having lovely dreams for a change. They were about riding through the woods on a beautiful white charger with the prince from the well. Awake, she knew that she would almost certainly never see him again, but she loved the rare appearances that he made in her dreams. It was leaps and bounds more pleasant than her usual nightmares featuring the dark, imposing figure of her stepmother.
The birds were insistent, though, and it was time to get up. Snow White stretched out her body, working out the slight stiffness of sleep, and felt her toes bump against the footboard of her bed. She smiled. The dwarfs had built the bed specially for her and it truly was beautiful, but despite being easily twice the size of any of their small beds, it was just a tiny bit too short for her. She had never told them, though, not wanting them to feel as if they needed to fix it. She was grateful to have a bed at all after her stepmother tried to kill her!
Finally opening her eyes, Snow White climbed out of bed. She gave the birds a sweet smile and set about washing up in the small basin near her bed. She used a simple brush to neaten her hair and slipped into her clothes. She had no mirror to check her appearance, but with no one around except the dwarfs (who always claimed she was lovely as can be), what did it matter? She had more important concerns anyway - like getting breakfast ready!
