The next morning-at least, I assumed it was morning, since we were all waking up- I felt like one of those twelve dancing princesses, who danced all night, wore holes in their shoes, and had to sleep it off the next day. Except, oh yeah: a}I'm not a princess; b}sleeping in a subway tunnel and having another brain attack aren't that much like dancing all night; and c} my combat boots were still in good shape. Other than that, it was the same.
The narrator wakes up in what feels like the morning after a long night, comparing herself to the twelve dancing princesses who dance all night and then need rest. She reflects humorously on her situation, noting that she's not a princess, and her experience of sleeping in a subway tunnel and having a brain attack differs significantly from dancing all night.
Despite the unusual circumstances, she notices her combat boots are...
