Dear Prince Charming,

I'm sleeping in the attic again
I get scared up here
Not because of the mice,
I don't mind them
They're quiet
It's downstairs that scares me
I can hear them from time to time.

But it's getting too cold.
There's no blankets up here
So I have to curl up in my coat tonight
Just like last night
It's not very comfortable.

My hands are curling
It's so cold.
I have to stop writing
I'm afraid to go to sleep.
Its too cold here.
So cold.

I love you,

Cinderella