Suddenly, almost in a second, the fairytale came undone. Reality just scarred it. Horribly horribly. It was an effortless, slightest, imperceptible nudge over the edge. And it won't come back now. Nothing will bring it back. It may seem to return occasionally, but it's all a lie. Left at the bottom of the glass in the dregs of the drink that rejuvenated dreams. And like a standard disclaimer to end it with hope; here's hoping that this nightmare is just the result of a sleepless 24 hours.