Her father liked to believe in six impossible things before breakfast. She continued the tradition every morning throughout her life. The only difference was, the impossible things in her life tended to turn into possibilities, and then realities.
One: After she extended her father's former company to China she would be thrown away like a piece of garbage.
Two: For her mad ideas and insane delusions about a place called wonderland, she would be thrown in an asylum.
Three: There are pills that are supposed to make you sane, but they make you see things. Terrible, horrible things.
Four: The Jabberwocky would survive in her head, especially in her dreams.
Five: Alice, who had lost her mind, would lose her heart as well.
Six: Alice would escape the asylum.
Alice Kingsleigh had slain a Jabberwocky. She'd been scratched by a Bandersnatch and she'd made friends with animals. Alice had saved an entire world, but the adventures she had in her own homeland were slowly killing her. The grass was freezing and wet against her bare and raw feet. Her teeth chattered together under chapped lips as her knotted hair whipped across her face. She'd been alternately walking and hiding for days. It was the point in fall where it slowly dissolved away into biting winter. The clothes that the asylum had forced her into did nothing to cut the wind that bit into her arms until they were numb and clutching at her thin frame to try to keep warm. It had been days… but she'd finally made it. Her chapped lips curved into a smile as she saw the tree, dark and twisted against the gray sky. She stepped up to the rabbit hole so her toes stood over nothing at all. She stepped forward and slipped inside.
