Madness is here
The world seemed to be spiralling round my head, like a rollercoaster out of control to the point where it made me physically sick. With a groan, I lifted my body, feeling as heavy as lead. What has just happened to me, I thought, swivelling my head round and scanning the area. All I remember was chasing after this white rabbit, not the usual ones either; it seemed to be able to talk and was wearing a very queer waist coat…..
Pushing that thought out of my mind, I dragged myself upwards, feeling the strain of gravity on my muscles. Something wasn't right with this place, any person could tell that.
I seemed to be confined in a tightly compacted room, stacked sky high with books, which seemed to tower over my head like scowling parents. My head seemed to be suffering a head ache, as if a tiny hammer was banging against the side of my cranium.
Suddenly, something caught my eye. A tiny, azure door hid tenebrous in the corner. With a feeling of curiosity, I crept through the piles of books and paper, as if I was walking over a mine field. When I reached the door, I found that only a person the size of mouse would ever be able to squeeze through it.
Sighing, I stepped back, before a high pitched voice piped out at me.
"What's wrong? Not good enough?"
Nearly leaping out of my skin, I cocked my head round the room, feeling a sense of terror seizing me in its grasp.
"Who's there?" I asked, trying not to show fear.
"Down here you numpty!"
Glancing down, I saw that it was the door talking to me. Great, first a white rabbit in a waist coat, now talking doors? What next I thought, feeling that I must be losing my sanity. None of this was true, it must be a dream.
"Hello? Miss Day dream, I'm talking to you here." The door spat in annoyance.
Remembering my manners, I kneeled down, looking at the door face to face. It seemed that it was able to talk from the key hole and was able to see. How it did, I did not know.
"Could I ask you something Mr Door," I asked politely, "Do you by chance know the way out of this place? I have seemed to have fallen down a hole and have got myself utterly lost."
"Yeah, I know a way out," it mumbled, a little taken aback at my manners, "You have to go through me. Although you are way too big to get through; you would suffocate me."
Feeling worse, I sat down, tears trickling down my face. I will never get out of here, I'm imprisoned in my own dream I thought; dread gripping my heart like a vice. Sadness was balling out of my eyes, creating a huge pool at my feet.
"Hey, hey, calm down there Missy." The door said sympathetically, "All you need to do is drink the bottle on the table, that's all. No need for all the tears."
Sniffling, I wiped my eyes and got up. The table was over in the other corner, meaning treading through the mine field again.
A tiny bottle was propped up on the table; it was contained a silver substance and was had a label around the nape of the bottle.
It said: Drink me.
Puzzled, I walked back. Without thinking logically, I took a sip.
Suddenly, the world seemed to expand, the bottle becoming very heavy in my hand, forcing me to let it go. When everything stopped moving, and my body not feeling violently strained, I noticed that I was the size of a mouse.
Oh God.
The door chuckled in the corner, only silencing when I sent daggers in its direction.
"What the heck just happened? What was that liquid you made me drink?" I shouted in anger, feeling my soul being consumed by fire.
"Made you? How could I if I don't have hands? Don't worry, now you are small enough to get through."
"But, how do I change back?"
"You just have to figure out that part on your own. Anyway, do you want to leave or not?"
Hesitating, I surfed through my options. There wasn't any; the only way was to exit from the door. With my decision made, I ran across the floor, before gripping the handle and pulling it with all my might. Luckily, it swung open with ease, a blinding light from down the mysterious tunnel. Breathing deeply, I entered in, the door closing behind with a clunk.