It hurts to stand
Alas I have woken
But my left foot stays asleep 

Its tingling sensation stubborn to a point where 
I would not question 
My potential lack of sanity 

I try everything to wake my sleeping beauty 
Giving a deep clean massage worthy of approval from a high caliber client 
Putting a heating pad that feels feverish when finger touched 
Rolling it so many times that dizziness comes over me 
Searching the interweb for “how to wake a tired foot”

I wish so badly to eat a poison apple 
I am desperate enough
To kiss a frog 
Lose my voice forever 
Be locked in a tower 

But these fairytales 
Come with their own sets of 
Plot insanity 

So I am desperate enough to ask for help
Shall I follow the prince charming persona 
Be the hero 
For my . . . foot?

YES

The foot is my princess 
With one timid kiss
It wakes up