Alice sat in her comfy armchair and peered through the dust and dirt covered window. A cat sat in her lap, purring as Alice gently stroked its black fur. It yawned, showing its small, but sharp, teeth. It leapt gracefully off Alice's lap and padded down the hallway.
Alice took no notice, but rather stared more intently at the glass, as if she was hoping she could catch another glance of The Red Queen, or spy the Chesire Cat's evil grin, hiding in the foliage. With a sigh she closed her eyes.
"Silly, silly, Alice, always wanting to go back down that rabbit hole. Its been quite a while since then, can't you learn any common sense." She said flustered at herself. She picked up a book off the coffee stained table and began reading. Ever few minutes she would turn the page as she worked her way through the large book. Eventually she put the book back on the table and stood up. She stretched and began walking toward the kitchen when she stopped and turned to face the door leading to the garden.
"Well Alice, what are you waiting for, the white rabbit?" She asked herself, glaring at the floor. "I suppose you are, aren't you." Sighing, she opened the door and stepped out into the warm afternoon air.
A gentle breeze lifted Alice's hair off her face and rippled the grass by her feet. Alice walked down the dirt path toward the flower garden. She stepped through the gate, closing it hesitantly behind her. The flowers waved back and forth, their colors making a bright pattern in the dirt. They seemed to be calling to her, saying, Come Alice, lay down and take a nap, we'll wake you when it gets dark. Alice yawned involuntarily.
"Well, I am awfully tired... and I suppose I won't sleep that long." She said to herself. Stifling another yawn, Alice lay down among the flowers and closed her eyes. Second later she was fast asleep among the pansies and daffodils and dandelions, her ears filled with wonderful singing.
Her baton raised, the rose struck the downbeat, sending the tiger lilies into chorus and the violets into a quickly pulled together mistake. The rose smiled at Alice, and Alice stared back. Alice stood up and found herself wandering below the stems.
"Oh how wonderful!" SHe cried out. "I do hope you won't call me a weed again." She said crossly, glancing up at the tulips. Looking around she sighted a grin hanging over the Rose's head and heard someone scream, OFF WITH HIS HEAD! Then the white rabbit came bounding from between the stems and ran across the clearing, his golden pocket watch ticking, egging him onto his next job.
Alice laughed merrily as the Red Queen came tumbling through the stems next, being dragged by Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum. All the while the flowers song seemed to be growing louder and louder. The lion and the Unicorn came next, marching next to each other and throwing one another suspicious glances. Behind them came the Red King, holding the large cake above his head, trying not to drop the large knife that was balanced on it. Soon, everyone had arrived in the middle of all the flowers. Alice stood in the center greeting everyone. The Mad Hatter, the caterpillar, the March Hare, even the dormouse had crawled out long enough to shake her hand and fall back asleep.
"Well," Cried Alice. "We're all here, lets begin the celebration!" With cheerful cries the being around her began dancing and eating and singing. Alice was caught in the midst of everything. Her head began spinning as she twirled around and around, held firmly in place by the Mad Hatter, then suddenly tossed to the White Queen. and then to the White Rabbit.
Alice began falling. She felt as if she had gone down the rabbit hole again, down, down, down. With a start she opened her eyes and found Dinah sitting in front of her, prodding her nose with her paw. Alice looked around before sitting up, hoping to see the familiar grin or to see a pot of tea. To her grave disappointment she saw nothing, only the flowers around her, turned back into the silent colors she knew so well. A tear came to Alice's eyes as she looked around.
"Oh Dinah," She cried, pulling the cat close to her. Dinah purred enthusiastically, wrapping her tail around Alice's shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.
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