No.
Would you with twenty feather beds,
twenty mattresses and a princess on top of you?
I’m a pea,
not a pillow.
   
      No.
      I could barely sleep with excitement…
      Finally, I may have met my princess!
      It all depends – ALL depends –
      on how she slept…
   
            No.
            I barely slept at all.
            Who knows what’s in that bed…
            Cabbage? Cauliflower? Caravan?
            I would have slept better outside in the storm.
            I will NOT be coming here again.

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