The Commoner Queen

“Lazy pig, wake up! Lazy pig, wake up! Lazy… pig…”

Like lightning, a slender arm shot out from under the covers and slapped down on the shrieking alarm clock as if swatting a cockroach. With a light flick, she sent it tumbling to the bottom of a sheer cliff, then the “culprit” quietly slipped her arm back under the covers.

A little while later, the covers began to move aside, inch by inch. A cute, half-awake face slowly emerged, sleepy eyes barely open. The adorable little doll of a girl, her hair a tousled mess, gradually sat up and reached out to grope at her flat, bony chest.

Then she sat there in a daze again, not knowing…