As usual, the Parkinson Princess woke up in the middle of the night to pee. She shuffled to the bathroom and then, before returning to bed, she gazed at herself in the mirror. Her dream had seemed so real, that she expected to see her entire face covered in foliage. But instead, her cheeks were as pale as limestone and her expression as blank as paper. Perplexed, the Parkinson Princess shuffled back to bed and fell back asleep.
To be continued…
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