Fantasy and Reality

I used to believe in fairytales, that the little glass slipper I lost upon his steps, would somehow act as his map leading my head to again lay upon his chest.
A fine line is drawn in permanent ink along my edges, marking the end of dreams and where reality sets in.
I used to dream...that was back before reality snarled its grinding teeth, sinking the truth into my skin.
Dreams once crushed under the giant's evil footfall, turn to nightmares that in reality exist, showing us the monsters that were always lurking in our closets and beneath our sheets.
Yes, once I believed in fantasy, that life was what we wanted it to be, until awakened in reality.
The fine lines run together, ink fading away, for there are still streams of fantasy running through realities page.