A Short Encounter
Alice exclaimed, "But I don't want to go among mad people!" She twittered her hands; little nails gripping half-moons in her palms.
"Oh, you can't help that. Almost everyone is mad here." Grin and bobbling, the puce cat spoke his windy melody. The words wound round about him in strings. Cheshire spun them from his fingers. "You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself."
"Goodness. If the people here are like that, I- I must try not to upset them." Alice twirled her dress. The lace was begging to fray with the pulling.
"All mimsy were the borogoves..." In a blink his stripes began to spiral away towards nothing. Cheshire bounded, bobbled. Bit by bit he turned into the sky.
"But," Thin arms reached out. His mouth remained. "The white rabbit?"
Chesire stretched out his tongue and pulled himself along it. "And the momeraths outgrabe."
He kissed her once and popped. Alice shivered. Hard.
Written as a little gift for nikkilittle.