She walked from room to room, following her heart’s desire. Finally she came to an old tower. A narrow stairway led up to it. Being curious, she climbed up until she came to a small door. There was a small yellow key in the door. She turned it, and the door sprang open. She found herself in a small room where an old woman sat spinning flax. She was attracted to the old woman, and joked with her, and said that she too would like to try her hand at spinning. She picked up the spindle, but no sooner did she touch it, than she pricked herself with it and then fell down into a deep sleep.
 At that same moment the king and his attendants returned, and everyone began to fall asleep…they all slept. And a thorn hedge grew up around the entire castle, growing higher and higher, until nothing at all could be seen of it.
 
And so Briar (Brier) Rose’s story goes. These past two months, I took on the same spell in my attic. I think I’m about to wake up.

Model: Sarah Sugarman

Make-Up: Channing McCully