Her friends call her “Sleeping Beauty”—not cruelly, but with a kind of awe.
There is no curse upon her. No spinning wheel, no wicked fairy. Her only magic is this: she has learned to rest without guilt, to dream without fear, to wake without regret. nisha sleeping beauty
Nisha tilts her head, her long black hair slipping over one shoulder. “Because that’s where I’m awake,” she says. to dream without fear