"I am your Fairy Godmother," The woman continued unoffended by Adelaide's interruptions. "And I am here to assist you in any way I possibly can."
"Oh, Mr. Storyteller!" Adelaide called full of Maidenly sweetness.
You're not supposed to talk to me! I'm not really part of this story.
Adelaide waited, the epitome of Maidenly patience.
What is it this time?
"You seem to have forgotten that at the moment, I am still dreaming." She said.
Your point being...?
"Well what's the use of a Fairy Godmother if I'm asleep?" Adelaide asked full of Maidenly curiosity. "And please stop with the Maidenly this and the Maidenly that. Its quite annoying!"
Yes...Right Um... Just please don't talk to me, its very distracting!
"Who are you talking to?" The Fairy Godmother asked.
"Oh um, myself. No one important." Adelaide laughed.
"Right, well since I am not really your Fairy Godmother, I don't actually care." The Faux Fairy Godmother smiled menacingly. "So I don't think I'm needed in this dream other than for mischief."
The Prince turned into a giant Fire Breathing dragon.
Adelaide's eyes widened with horror and she did what most people would have done, she ran.
The Dragon chased her until Adelaide reached the edge of a cliff that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
"Are you serious?! This is so cliche!" Adelaide protested.
You promised! Just go along with it!
Adelaide frowned but she turned and screamed. The Dragon was upon her. She took an unconcious step backwards and fell right over the edge...
Then her eyes snapped open and she was staring at the ceiling. Her bosom heaving with Mai-
Adelaide frowned stormily at the ceiling.
Her bosom heaving with leftover fright.