I was up stairs sleeping in my mom's bedroom when I was jolted awake by the sweet sound of laughter coming from three little girls that were at play beside my bed. All of them were wearing Victorian style dresses and I knew them and I smiled as I watched them play. They stopped and turned to look at me, and I was begging that this was real oh how I wanted it to be real. I greeted them by their names Lorina, Edith, and Alice. They were the Liddell daughters I felt my heart hurt as I turned to Alice. The other's disappeared and I was left with Alice, who wanted to know everything it seemed. "How do you know who I am?" "Well there once was a man named Charlie Dodgson and he wrote a book" "I know that part" She looked down at her hands and said "He was my friend" It was then I realized that I was dealing with a girl who had passed on yet could not remember things that happened in her later days. We talked about her future, who would she marry, how many kids she would have, what their names would be. Then she put an end to the happy talk by once more bringing up Charles, she asked what would happen to him. I told her about how her mom would kick him out of the house and how one day they would never be allowed to speck to one another again. I tried to keep it up beat by telling her about his photography career and the other books he would write, but once more that dream child made me speck of sadness. She pulled out a newspaper and handed it to me "Read this" I looked down and saw Charles's picture and read aloud "Charles Dodgson dead at 65 died on January 14th, 1898" I looked back at the little girl who once again faced her hands and not me. "I knew it from the very moment I saw his picture, I couldn't bring myself to read it." She swallowed her sadness down hard into the pit of her stomach. I closed my eyes and felt water running down my face, I opened my eyes again and found that I was on a beach that was covered in seaweed. "Come on, we aren't going to wait all day you know!" I looked to my right and saw a huge white rabbit on the beach with me, naturally I went chasing after him. I noticed that while I chased him he was chasing someone himself. He was chasing Alice Liddell who was holding on to Charles hand, they were barefoot and smiling as they tried to out run the bunny. They ran into a cave and as they ran in a burst of white light shot at me and I woke up in my own bed with my dog licking my face.