Prologue: Alice's Dreams
It has been years since my visit to wonderland. I can barely recall exactly what happened or how I came to know this wondrous place. Dinah is all grown up, and I don't fit into my blue dress and striped stockings anymore. Every night I dream of Wonderland, each dream almost exactly the same. I still wonder whether my encounter was real or not, even though I have been told many times it must have been a dream and that my mind is filled with nonsense. I want to believe it true, but my senses come to me every time and tell my mind, "It was only a dream, Alice".
Every now and then, I think I see the white rabbit singing the same song he sung when I was just a girl:
"I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date!"
"No time to say 'hello', 'goodbye!' "
"I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!"
I still vaguely remember my old friends the Mad Hatter and the Cheshire Cat, and my not-so-friend, the Queen of Hearts. I do miss them dearly sometimes, as they were my weirdest, yet my dearest friends. I still go back to my childish memories every day and in my dreams, wishing I could just go back, even for one minute.
So now I rest, having the same dream I do every night, that I so dearly enjoy.
