He put all the forest in a deep sleep, and suspended time itself, so that his daughter could come to no harm. Search parties went into the forest to bring her out, but they, too, fell under the king's spell, and fell asleep before they had gone five yards.

So the princess sleeps, there by the stream where she was playing. Caught so suddenly by her father's spell, she will never know how her stolen afternoon of freedom outlasts the centuries.

This picture popped into my head at 2 am on a school night, and after about half an hour I had to get up and sketch it out just to make it leave me alone. It came out effortlessly. As soon as I went back to bed, a second picture, Blind Angelin, popped in, and I had to get up and draw that one, too. I love my muse, oddly enough. Pictures like this are worth a few lost hours of sleep.