Blue and white porcelain horses dance in the candy cotton field surrounding the jellybean tower. Strips of raspberry licorice drift in the air, streamers and ribbon for the grand appearance of crisp, morning sunshine. In the distance chirps a gentle flock of bubblegull, excited for the flurry of cocoa flies enticed by the soft, amber sap in the butterscotch grove. The air smells of warm cinnamon and strawberry frosting.
A girl of sixteen rises from a sparkling blue cushion in the jellybean tower and gazes upon the candy cotton expanse, her rich caramel hair pulled back in a tight bun. “Oh, Barnard, it’s such a beautiful morning; you’re not seriously going to waste it in here with me, are you?” she asks the yellow woven scarf.
Words emanate from the immaculate, blonde garment. “Well, my dear, in this weather I’m afraid everybody would mind a thick fellow such as myself snug around their neck. Besides, if I did latch myself around a young lass’s collar, how do you reckon I return to you, darling?” Barnard’s braided, silver fringes revel in the cool breeze.
The girl smirks. “Oh, we have a way. Someone might as well take advantage of my curse.”
“Don’t you fret, my dear. The savior shall come by riding on his stallion, rescuing you from this soaring prison. It’s only a matter of time.”
“It’s been years, Barnard – years. The only visit I get is once a week from the blessed fairy, when she gives me the time warping candy pellets.” The maiden gestures toward a petite pink box sitting on the cobbled window ledge. “Speaking of which, I could really use one of those now.”
“Now, miss? But it’s so early!”
The girl plops two white tablets in her mouth and loosens her bun. Golden locks spill on the wood floor, flowing like a curious, honey serpent. “Exactly, Barnard. Maybe they’ll speed things up if I take them in the –” She moans. “Oh my, those kicked in quick.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head as pleasure drowns her mind.
Minutes pass before the voice of a wandering prince resonates from below. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair so I may climb the golden stair!”
“Do you hear that, Barnard?” Rapunzel asks. “I think it’s already working; I can hear the future.”
“My lady, come now! He’s finally here to rescue you!”
Rapunzel smiles before she drifts to sleep. “Barnard, wake me up at happily ever after, ‘kay?”