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ALICE
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The doctor bounced with every step and off his heels. He kept a smile beneath a bulbous nose, which perched a pair of green-rimmed coke bottle glasses. His motions were ecstatic. It had come finally the day to wake Alice. Suddenly, he slid on the waxed vinyl floor and pressed a supportive hand on the blue tinted walls. He gave a husky cough and shook his head left to right. Good he thought. Then he continued down the hall and finally an abrupt silence in front of Room B. A plaque painted a messy gold shine imprinted the name Dr. C. Gill. He touched the keypad buzzing at the side and pressed the letters W. Then took out a larger silver key fixed it into the keyhole that spiraled open within the door.
There was a pop and the metal buffed door opened. Impatiently he pushed on it and walked inside clicking his snakeskin boots. He walked towards Alice. She was sitting quiet on a soft red leather chair. The impression of the seat was deep and her hands sat to the ends of the arm rests. Her legs were tight with white stockings and her black polished shoes hung over the chair. She was dressed with a large lace collar above a straight but loose blue dress that came to her knees. The dress was buttoned and two little pockets below her white sash and a matching ribbon with a bow set to the left side her head. Her hair was bleached a gentle blond and her eyes were dyed a striking blue. The former lab room was fashioned into a bedroom overnight. Velvet draperies, printed rugs that ran across the room, a large bed layered in heavy quilts and soft pillows, dressers stained in deep wood browns, and a chest littered with pretty dolls. The room gave a glow to the paleness of her skin.
"Wonderful, too wonderful," said Dr. Gill analyzing the room.
"Alice," he called out, "Awake Alice." Her blues flicker and roll back to show the whites of her eyes then they fall back into place looking.
"Alice?" he called out.