She doesn't like the harsh white lights or the constant smell of antiseptic lingering on her body. She doesn't like the ugly porcelain vase containing perfume-sprayed roses, being the only garish decoration in the mostly empty room.
She likes dichotomizing things, though, in her little delirious trance of oblivion and half-awareness. She knows her beautiful wonderland with frantic white rabbits and smiling cats are the sources of her retreat into insanity. But she doesn't care, really.
She knows the dull clock ticking on the wall across the hospital room is really a turtle that will eventually save her from the bad things out there in the harsh, vicious world – a peculiar little thing called real life. But time is her friend. Time is good. The white rabbit with the wristwatch led her down that pit, after all. A tiny keyhole to a safe haven, filled with luscious flowers, strange mammals, ethereal butterflies enshrouded within incense smoke…
She smiles again, eyes fluttering shut, and tumbles down into the little rabbit hole once again.