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 still intact, emphasizing her resilience and readiness. The scene highlights her tiredness and the strange realities she faces, blending humor with the challenges of her situation.
