<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">It didn't take Lady long to fall asleep, her dreams taking her to an island covered in gold, a tiara resting upon her head. She began mumbling in her sleep about shiney pieces of silver and rubies, emeralds and fine clothing. As she dreamt, she cuddled roughly into her bed, her nose breathing in a lovely scent, Lady's face pushing into her 'pillow'.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><span style="font-size: 15px">"So soft, so smushy." Lady was at a comfort level she had never felt before in her life. Not even the beds belonging to some of the kings and queens she'd played with where as soft and comfortable as this simple giant rose. Of course due to her unconscious state Lady was unaware of what truly dangerous peril she was in. </span></span></span>