Cold but soothing, the glass slipper was like silk on my skin. Luxurious things drifted past my eyes on clouds as I imagined the life I would lead. Gazing into those chocolate eyes, my heart melted. Perfect. Swimming in radiant thoughts, my brain sent a beaming smile to my lips when I realized the slipper fitted. Crash. The eyes shattered; the slipper splintered; my dreams disintegrated. Shivering, I pulled my ragged clothes closer – they didn't protect my heart from the icy mist. Suffocating, savage shadows danced on the extremity of my mind. Monstrous. The slipper didn't fit. Are you surprised?