Dream Trysts: A Sleeping Beauty Story (Passion-Filled FairyTales Book 4) - Plot & Excerpts
The swing’s seat was made of spongy vines woven together, and it was held aloft by the tree. Behind her stood her mother, pushing her higher and higher. Briar Rose loved to go high in the air, so very, very high, and then she would jump off and float to the ground, the wind cradling her as she fell so she didn’t drop too fast. Then she’d land on her tippy toes and pirouette. She turned to see her mother, a petite woman with kind blue eyes, hair that was the same shade of red as the fall leaves, and freckles spread upon her face. Her mother was kindness and joy all rolled into one, and Briar Rose loved her more than anything, especially her mother’s smile. The girl looked at the horizon, watching the orangeish purple sky at sunset, and frowned. She ran to her mother, threw her arms around her waist and buried her face in her mother’s skirt. “Mother, why do you always have to go?” she cried. Blissa patted her daughter’s back, then pulled away enough so that she could kneel and look her daughter in the eye.
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