And the child wants to return to Wonderland. Beauty in the night air, comfort from the cold, but yet the adventure awaits.
Always waiting. Follow the Cheshire Cat, and not the Rabbit, child. The Rabbit is always late, though he hurries; it'll do you no good to learn from that. Follow the magic, mind your manners, and don't forget the nursery rhymes of your youth.
Yes, those ones, no not that, you've got them all wrong, child. Speak up, speak up, you're so timid you'll never be heard in all this din. Only that Cat might hear you, sitting on your shoulder as he is.
What, you didn't notice? He weighs as much as a grin, and that's all, my dear, or didn't you know?
Sometimes, little Alice, things are not always what they seem. Smile back at the moon.
She glances at the cigarette in her hand, wonders if she's had a bit too much to drink tonight. The woman speaks to her, but the words roll over and she doesn't remember what her responses are. The edges of everything are off, the world seen through gaussian blur, except the crescent moon in the spring sky. Between the clouds, it hangs sharp edged and oddly familiar, she finds herself staring up as the woman's voice fades, and she wakes up to the sound of her blaring alarm clock. Her head is pounding in time with her heartbeat, aching and fierce, and there's a strange sense of something missing but she can't figure out what.
She writes it off as another bizarre drunken dream that she's forgotten in the early moments of waking, and goes on about her life, never knowing who she is, never knowing where she's been.
~FIN~
Hell if I know where this came from, guys. But here it is. Random ass Alice fic, about ten or fifteen minutes in the writing of it, and no editing. Happy Cheshire Moon to y'all.
(Original post date: January 31, 2009 @ Livejournal)
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