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Last night, David sighed with exasperation when he caught me casting a critical eye at myself. Earlier in the evening, he had turned to me and said, "You're beautiful," to which I muttered, "Thank you, that's nice." He quickly responded with, "No. Thank you ." At the time, I didn't want to be convinced of anything other than what I believed to be true right then -- that I was frumpy and unappealing -- so I retreated to the bedroom, where I promptly went to sleep.

This morning, I awoke to a gentle pressure on my lips. As my eyes adjusted to the early morning sunlight peeking into the bedroom, the dark silhouette above me slowly morphed into a smiling and already dressed David, who bent over the bed to kiss me once more and then whisper, "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." For a moment, still buried halfway beneath the thick blanket of slumber, I was fixed in the fairy tale. Filled with a rich contentment that comes when one realizes dreams can come true, I smiled and breathed in the knowledge that once I opened my eyes, I would experience in real life what is supposed to come after the ellipsis following the words, "And they lived happily ever after."

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