I fell in love in wonderland
K.
Though I know it's probably been done millions of times before, today I awoke with a mind and a heart for romance. Often I have wondered why - if the seed is there and deeply rooted - Alice and the Hatter never end up together. Why doesn't she stay in wonderland with him? Why doesn't he follow her into the upper lands? Screw it, I'm going in!
My name is Alice Kingsley, my father was Charles Kingsley. While I was in wonderland I was shrunk, stretched, scratched, stuffed into a tea pot - among other things.
But I never did the one thing I really wanted to do. That one thing that made my heart go kathump, kathump, kathump. Faster that the flight of the Jubjub bird; harder that the claws of the Bandersnatch. The thing that makes my blood hotter than the breath of the Jaberwock when I think about it.
I should have stayed, in Underland. I would have been happy there, with my friends - with the one I love…
What I would give to stare into those emerald eyes once more, whose wells are perhaps so deep - or maybe, my fall so slow - that I have time to look around and fall even deeper in love with that beautiful soul.
I asked Cheshire once, which road I should take. And when he asked me where I wanted to go, I'd said it didn't matter… But I know now that it does, and I chose wrong -
Even now as I hear a knock on my door, my heart flutters - always hoping for impossibilities. And though I used to believe in six impossible things before breakfast - somehow, as I open the door, I manage to ready myself for the inevitable disappointment.
A blue butterfly flys in as I open the door, and to my surprise, my jaw joins my heart where it had, too quickly, fallen on the floor.
Beneath the brim of an old top hat, smiled at me, two unforgettable, emerald eyes. And in that moment I did what I never did in Underland - I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against those magenta-tinted lips of his.
I found you, he said after a breath, and I smiled. Yes, there are two paths to choose from, but in the long run, there's always time to change the road you're on.
Back at the fork in the road once more, my heart in my hand already knows where I ought to go. Not all the gold in the world, or prospect of good business matters anymore. To Underland, that's where I belong.
And if I asked Cheshire which road I should take, and he asked me which way I wanted to go - I know now that it really does matter. And I would reply, The road that leads to my beloved Mad Hatter.