The man and the woman were staying overnight at a hotel. He was on a business trip, and she had been visiting friends in the same city. They decided to spend the last night of their stay there in the five star hotel the company had booked for him. Since this was a somewhat impulsive decision, they stayed in his standard room with twin beds, rather than getting the room changed to one with a double bed.
Since they'd been apart for some days, they cuddled up in one bed until she felt cramped, and too near the source of the loud snores emitted by her man. She moved to the other bed, and soon fell asleep.
In the morning, though, she was exhausted from a largely sleepless night. 'They call this a five star hotel,' she grumbled. 'The bedsheet wasn't pure cotton- it's all bumpy with pilling. I couldn't sleep a wink.' She checked the sheets on his bed. 'Not fair. Your bed had cotton sheets.'
He examined her sheet closely. It had the characteristic tiny 'pills' that polyester often generates. He laughed, 'After all these years I finally realise that I'm married to a princess.'
' Why am I suddenly a princess?' (Rather grumpily)
' Remember the story of the princess and the pea- she couldn't sleep because there was one pea underneath twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. And you couldn't sleep because of these tiny irregularities. That makes you a princess'.
Ah well. When she was a tiny child she'd always wanted to be a princess. Better late than never!