To Sleeping Beauty, With Love, Insomniac

Oh, sweet slumber... such an aching delight after one has desperately scorned its seductive embraces night after night. Tender kisses ghost along drooping eyelids and gossamer caresses against weary bones. How could I have scorned your bountiful affections in exchange for insomnia's smoldering demands and cold grip! Limbs heavy with lethargy and mind numb with fretfulness...I now appreciate the sweetness of your loyal attendance and unwavering patience. How can one abuse such a necessity? 'Tis time to make amends. Dear faeries, I've found another piece of starlight.

I wonder if Sleeping Beauty ever felt grateful for the chance to rest her eyes.

Did she awake rejuvenated from her long sumber?