Ever after high Briar's tale

Chapter 7

Which meant she would have to sleep for one hundred years. Just think of all the par- ties she'd miss, all the years lost with her family and Apple and Blondie. Not to mention by the time she woke up, she'd be fashion backward!
Her mother snored. She did look cozy there, so content, so sleepy. . . .
Oh no. There was that yawning feeling behind her eyes again. Briar slapped her cheeks.
"Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep. . . ."
She hit the floor pillows.
Briar's spontaneous napping was a major curse, but
it did have one magical advantage. As she fell deeper asleep, conversations from all around the palace and grounds began to flow through her mind like vivid dreams.
"That sheep boy is cuckoo for the milkmaid. Have you noticed?" the cook asked one of the scrub girls. "Mooning about whenever she's near . . ."
"Fred's not really sick," one guard whispered to another. "He's just sleepy. He was up late painting a self-portrait to send to his girlfriend. . . ."
"I have more buried treasure!" her little brother Loyalty yelled, running into the rose garden, his hands full of-Briar woke up with a start. Aha! She jumped to her feet.