I'm counting down the seconds. Counting the seconds until 3:07AM, the exact time I was born. The exact time I turn 16. I flipped through the Disney princesses in my mind; Cinderella, age 19. Not yet. Snow White, age 14. If so, it would have happened a long time ago. Aurora, age 16. Maybe. But it would have to be the Disney version... not the original. 

It's odd; wishing that there's some evil witch who cursed you to fall asleep for the rest of your life at birth. But I dream about being a baby, and having a demon sneak over my bed, only to place a curse on little baby me. Because I want to be cursed. I want to go to sleep for hundreds of years. You know why? Because then I can be the mysterious, beautiful girl laying in that bed. The girl that handsome prince charming looks down on and gives a soft kiss to. And I want to open my eyes to see my true love. 

My alarm rings. I check the time. 3:07. I stand up, spin around, and wait for a second. Nope, not tired. Not even dizzy. No sleeping curse for me. Not yet. 

I ran through my other options; the other 16-year-old princesses. 

Mulan? Saving an entire nation? Yeah, no. I don't got it in me. 

Ariel? Giving up the bottom half of my body, and my vocal chords with a time limit to french a stranger? Hmm, Maybe. 

Merida? Not getting married is off the table. This girl wants true love yesterday, and I'm not going to turn a good portion of my family into large mammals to avoid it. 

Moana? Epic adventure is always a possibility. Then again, no love interest, so that's off.

So, that leaves Ariel and POSSIBLY Moana. That's it? Maybe I'll have to wait until next year. Then I can try for Belle. Belle is the best one; always has been. She had every best part of the fairytale. Adventure, true love, heck, she even gets a library. 

Maybe this year, I could finally have my own Belle-like fairytale.  Maybe I can have my own fairytale story this year.