Ow!
That's very odd.
Pinching usually does the trick.
My father told me so himself.
Am…am I supposed to be here?
Oh, but, of course,
I can't possibly be the wrong Alice.
I know who I am,
and that this is my dream.
And yet…I am not awake.
Curiouser…and curiouser.
Just the same, have I been here before?
Something in me says yes,
but I don't want to believe it.
I know the waistcoat on the rabbit;
the blue skin of the caterpillar inside that cloud of smoke.
Oh.
That smoke is so thick, I could cut it with a knife.
Or, I suppose in my case, the vorpal sword.
Just what is a vorpal sword?
And a Jabberywocky?...Curiouser…
Is that even the proper way to say that word?
I'm pretty sure it's not, yet that doesn't seem very important.
Well, at least, not here it's not.
Hmm.
Certainly by now I should have gone mad,
being in a world so absolutely insane.
I suppose if my father were here,
he would have found his six impossible things before breakfast.
Because I can certainly believe in them now.