Flashing lights. That's all he could see: the pulsating strobe of a white brightness blinding him from the indistinguishable scenario playing out around him. He could not feel. Not the cool, autumn breeze, not the fog-like droplets of British showers, nothing. He couldn't hear anything. Maybe a dull thumping deep within, but nothing recognizable. Attempting to speak, he opened his mouth, trying to form words. He couldn't tell whether he was making any sound, letting out any kind of sign that he was distressed, but he knew it was worth a shot. As he began to fixate on his disabilities, he began to panic, and that's when it all went black. That is, also, where the story begins. // previously called Nirvana //

Sleeping Beauty? Ha! That girl had it easy. My name is Morgan Peters and I fall asleep at random times of the day due to a condition I have called Narcolepsy. And because of my evil grandmother, I'm sent to live in California with my twin brother. So instead of living in a palace in some fairytale land... I get California. And while Sleeping beauty slept for years, I can't control when I sleep. Lastly... Sleeping beauty got Prince Charming... I got Scott Williams. Hot, cocky and a definite heartbreaker. How will a girl who never knew life outside of her comfort zone survive in world that has a new surprise that could knock her off her feet at every corner? Well, who said living a fairy tale was ever easy?