I do not own Alice in Wonderland, or any other funness in connection to it (no matter how much i wish i did ;P) i just fell in love with Alice and Tarrant
Hope you like the story! :D
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Alice woke clutching her chest. Great tears rolled down her face. It was always the same dream. His face, looking up at her, imploringly. Hands reaching, missing by a fraction of a second. Alice falling, falling, falling into darkness.
It had been four years since Wonderland. Alice had accomplished many things, traveled many places, but she was still sneered at. Women were not meant for such things. She didn't embroider, she didn't speak 5 languages, she drew, but all she drew was visions of Wonderland, gaining her more scorn. She sang, but all the songs she sang were gibberish, or about imaginary men and women doing extraordinary things. She hadn't felt she belonged for about four years.
Alice dragged herself out of bed and to her window sill. She opened the window and leaned out into the cool night air. Summer in London was still so damp. But at least it was warm.
"I wonder how the weather in wonderland is…it's always been so temperate whenever I was there…"
She sighed, slipped her dressing robe on over her nightgown, and walked out of her bedroom. She crept down the stairs and out the door. She couldn't stand being cooped up anymore. She would rather wander out beneath the stars then repeat her nightmare.
Before long, Alive had come to the hedge maze. She wandered down the paths she knew by heart, making it to the center. There was a cement bench that Alice stretched out on, tucking her robe around herself. The dew was cool on her feet. Her mother would scold her for wandering out in her night clothes. That's all she ever cared about. Propriety, gossip, rigid rules, Alice was drowning in them. Some days it got so bad she didn't leave her room. She just sat at her desk and thought of impossible thing after impossible thing. If only Alice could find that rabbit hole again. She had looked, but she hadn't had any luck. It must have moved, or collapsed. Alice sighed again, this time out of frustration. She had left her home only to find out she hadn't really been home at all, then once everything was at peace in her real home, she had had to leave. She hadn't wanted to, mind you. She had wanted to stay with all her being. She had wanted to look into the hatter's face and say "Yes, I'll stay." But that wasn't what she had said. She knew she had needed to do some growing up, and she had. And now that she was ready to return, shouldn't it have been easy? She had always fallen into it before…
Locked deep in thought, Alice had missed the butterfly that had dropped a brass key into the grass at her feet.
"Isn't that odd, I do believe I have never seen a butterfly this late at night, and they almost never come into this part of the hedge maze…"
She noticed the key.
