I look around the peculiar sight of my chums sitting about the misshapen table broken teapots and cups lie scattered across it the march Hare lies drunkenly across a chair a handful of sugar cubes in his twitching clawed paw. a brown cup of tea sits in my hands i look down at the cup and then up to the entrance of the woods. a blonde girl comes running out of the woods her dress mangled and muddy. the Cheshire cat comes sleeking out of the trees his smiling face staring at the table.
"Alice how nice of you to visit."
her kind face just looks angry as she answers. " Who are you, where am I?" i sigh of course she doesn't remember she was only a little girl back then.
