That Damned White Rabbit
Tick … Tick … Tick … that damned clock was always ticking, always seeming to synchronize with the sweat pouring from my face down onto the pillow. I sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed, throwing my feet over, I put my head in my hands. The nausea was intense, but I straightened my back, fixed the hem of my skirt, and pushed my long blonde hair away from my face. The room was white… white against gray and it was painful. I needed the hatter… now more than ever. I needed his magical cakes and teas… but would they take away the pain? Where was that rabbit… that damned white rabbit? I looked around the room, seeing nothing but the plainness. I stood, walking a few feet to grab a hold of the metal bars of the window to steady myself. I doubled over, holding my stomach as it twisted and turned. Oh hatter… Slowly I made my way to the door and peered out of the tiny window. The queen’s henchman trudged around, clicking on computers, and carrying clipboards. They seemed drained, their quirky fearful demeanor changed to solemn and grave. They traded their blood red ensemble for white pristine uniform’s, and we were no longer frolicking about, painting the roses. Instead they entrapped me, saving their own heads from her wrath. I backed away from the door, my vision going blurry. Goodness I felt sick… Where was that confounded rabbit? I dropped to my knees and crawled to the wiry bed frame, holding myself steady as I gazed underneath. Nothing. I sighed, bringing my head to the floor, curling into a fetal position as another wave of nausea came through and my heart pounded. Somewhere in the background the clock kept ticking away. The sound was maddening. Slowly I crawled to my feet, the world spinning as I did. I began to check the crevasses of the room for that damned white rabbit, always so sly and cunning. At some point I found myself too weary to worry with the rabbits hiding place. I moved to the bed, stumbling over my own two feet. Lying down I found the sheets to be more supple than before, comforting. I began to drift away, but was awoken by the creaking of the door swinging open and closing softly. I felt something soft beside me, brushing my arm. I opened my eyes only to see a figure retreating into the hallway. “There you are...” I smiled glancing over beside to find that the rabbit had returned. I picked him up and pet his head… it was soothing to hold the white rabbit. Gingerly I turned him over and stuffed my hand in his back opening, withdrawing a colorful morsel. Eat me. I happily complied. Lying back on my pillow, I chewed softly. In time the room morphed, white, purple, green. There was Diana, the caterpillar, and that blasted cat that drove me bonkers. Eventually when all was settled, there was the hatter, setting across from me at the end of the stretched table, teapots dancing about. “Alice! Why is a raven like a writing desk?” he yelled. “Curious, isn’t it?” I smiled raising a cup.