So you know: Because wishing for things does not make them so, I am displeased to inform you all that I do not own any part of Alice in Wonderland, nor the characters within.
Alice awoke in her own bed, the morning light stretching across her room as her silent alarm clock. She sat up suddenly, looking at the too-familiar surroundings in shock. Sanity dictated that previous events had, of course, been only the mad conjurings of her dreaming mind.
This time, however, she knew better. She had promised not to forget, and somehow the utterance must have made it so, because there was no doubt in her mind that Wonderland, or Underland as she now knew it to be, was a true place, and the inhabitants were true people, true friends. Her heart clenched painfully at the thought of them all, and she found herself regretting downing the Jabberwocky blood, and with so little thought.
Urgent business, she told herself, had called her away from that place. Really though, what excuse did she have now? She had denied Hamish an engagement, furthered the expansion of her father's enterprise, and had even informed her sister of her husband's unfaithful ways when it became quite clear that he would not be changing them. What had she left to do in this dreary world?
"Well for starters, breakfast with Mother." she said out loud as she climbed out of bed.
Dressing herself was boring. The clothing here just didn't have the same flair that was found in abundance in Underland. In fact, it seemed that she could engage in no activity whatsoever without being reminded of how inferior it was to its Underland counterpart. Why was it that she felt so out of place in the world in which she actually belonged?
As she headed downstairs to the breakfast table, she found herself thinking of impossible things that had turned out to be, in actuality, quite possible. Bread-and-butter flies. Chessboard battlefields. Bandersnatch riding. Impossibly green eyes…
"Oh Hatter…" she whispered, sadness staining her voice.
"What was that dear? I didn't quite catch it."
Alice was yanked from her thoughts by her mother's always-practical tone of voice. She excused herself for mumbling, it was nothing really, and sat herself at the breakfast table.
"Just like your father, as always. Forever lost in some other world that us ordinary types could never hope to fathom. One would almost think it was a factual place from which you both hailed, if one were so inclined to such silly notions."
The young woman nearly choked on her food as quite a silly notion indeed had abruptly pierced her mind.
"Impossible!" She exclaimed, completely to herself.
"Well of course it is dear, that's what makes it silly now, isn't it?" her mother replied blandly, used to Alice's strange outbursts by this time.
"I apologize for cutting breakfast so short Mother, but I have some pressing matters to attend to, and I really must be on my way!"
Before her mother had a chance to respond, the young woman had hastened away, a whirl of pale skin and blonde curls disappearing out the door.