Just a little drabble-y type thing I haven't been able to get out of my head. It's been bugging me for days, so here it is, a fluffy little story all freshly baked, golden brown and still warm from the oven. (Plus it's coated in sugary icing and rainbow sprinkles).
The Hatter loved waking up early, just so he could spend a few extra minutes gazing at her.
His Alice, the champion of Underland. She was so perfectly perfect. She had the best muchness he had ever witnessed in a person, and she was so blissfully unaware of how wonderful she was. She had slain a Jabberwocky, defeated a ruthless monarch and had taken it all in her stride. Yes, she was most definitely the right Alice, no matter what Mally still believed. The right, proper Alice who was finally the right, proper Alice size.
He usually tried to think of six impossible things before she woke up, but mostly came up with just the one. Alice had chosen him. But that was such a lovely, frabjous thing that he was positive it counted as 10 impossible things, all rolled into one.
And with that thought, he would beam before waking her with a cup of tea and a scone.
Please review. It makes me majorly happy to read them. And you get a slice of rainbow-cake, which is like regular cake, but better. XD