I stumbled home from Shrek's house, my tears didn't break there march as they cascaded down my face. The sun had gone down and I was now making my way through the dark forest, I could hear the occasional carriage ride past but other than that the silence was my only companion. before me I could see my house coming into view, I pushed open the door and went to my room. I flopped onto my bed and lied my head on the pillow. my throat burned from the crying and my eyes stung. I slowly opened my laptop and typed Shrek's name into the search bar. up came his his Instagram so I stalked some of his pictures. most of them were of him and Fiona, but I had already printed them out and replaced her face with mine. my eyes gazed over the small shrine in the corner of my room, it had pictures and random items Shrek had used, like a toothbrush or old sock. I could feel myself drifting into slumber. my dreams took me deeper into a fantasy that only striped me of happiness when it left. In my dreams it was mostly Shrek and I, dancing in a field of flowers or something gushy like that. but tonight my dreams were filled with visions of him and Fiona, he had gotten over me and that was making its way into my nightmares. oh no. (Edited)
