Today was different.
His chest thudding like a hummingbird's heart usually woke him up. Or it would be Tweedledum and Tweedledee creating a racket early in the morn. Sometimes it would be nightmares or at times he himself would fall off his bed.
All in all, something unusual always happened that would put him out of sleep, welcoming him to yet another amazing day.
But today was different. In other words, he woke up just like that. Without any extraordinary initiation. For one moment he was lying there as a corpse-like, motionless figure and the next he was wide awake. He wondered if it were the sound of birds, or Chess, the grinning cat who'd have waked him up.
Nothing; just silence.
"What a queer way to wake up," wondered the Hatter, "Peacefully."
He sat up on his bed and looked around his room. Smiling satisfyingly, he noted that everything was perfect. But soon he knew he was wrong, dreadfully.
His smile turned into a frown of disgust as he stood up suddenly in shock.
"Holy Playing Cards!" he exclaimed, "Everything in here is as it should be." He ran around in his small room which was perfectly square. "That isn't right! And when I say it isn't right it is indelibly wrong. It can't be done!" he squealed.
His one thirty-one hats were neatly arranged on the stand beside the fire-place. The wardrobe usually is half or fully open, with clothes of all kinds and color flowing out like water. But today it was closed shut.
"No…no no no! This is terrible!" gaped the Hatter, "That wardrobe has never been closed shut so peacefully from the time it got here!"
Slowly the Mad Hatter started walking towards his wardrobe, breathing heavily. His panic had begun to grow slowly like a raging storm. Something wasn't right.
He was very sure of one thing. Whatever or whoever had played this dirty prank was hiding inside his wardrobe, waiting to jump out at him. The Mad Hatter couldn't think of anyone who'd want to do this to him. He was such a nice person, and mad. But his madness never hurt anyone. He had to find out who this was.
Clasping his left hand lightly on the door of the closet, he inched another step forward towards the wardrobe. He grabbed his walking stick in the other hand.
In one swift moment he opened the cupboard and gave out a slight shriek. He didn't find anyone inside. The prank was indeed disgusting.
But what he found was even worse.
All his clothes were neatly folded and arranged. His coats of seven colors hung efficiently above while his shoes were stacked gracefully in the bottom. The inside of his wardrobe looked like a well-planned wall, the bricks aligned neatly with cement. Totally preposterous.
His eyes had widened due to fear and confusion, his hands had begun to shake and cold sweat dripped from his brow.
With the same swiftness he closed his wardrobe and turned around. There was a mirror right ahead of him. He quickly ran ahead and shrieked again. He shattered the mirror to pieces and sank down to the floor.
"Oh, dear heavens filled with knights! This is terrible. This day, if anything, is perfect. Perfect and wrong," he whispered in between short breaths. "Alice! Alice…that's whom I need. "
Truly, only Alice could help him from having this perfect day. The Mad Hatter wasn't good at handling normal situation. He was bizarre, rare and a freak and that's how he preferred his life to be.
A/N: This would be the first time I've attempted fantasy and humor. Although there wont be much in this chapter, in particular. So what do you think? Do I go ahead with this? Please review. :)