The Hall Of Doors
I dropped out of the hole and onto a soft cushion piled couch that saved my fall. Taking a couple of minutes I came to my senses to see where I was. Ahead of me was a long hallway with doors on either side of the hall and torches in-between each door interval. The floor was made up of what looked like a chess board idea, a black and white tiled floor. This hall seemed to be the same hallway I first walked down before being thrust into what I came to the conclusion that this was Wonderland. After taking in my surroundings I walked down the hallway and looked at the doors. All were the same; white wood with a gold handle. As I went down the hall I tried each door handle but with no luck they all were stubborn and locked. At the end of the hall was another door much like the same as the rest of the stubborn doors. I stared at the door and heard something unclick. I turned around to see all the doors open quickly. But as I ran to one they all shut and locked. Disappointed I went back to the door and I tried the doorknob and it turned in my grasp and turned on hinges unseen and opened. The next door was slightly smaller than the first. After I opened the second one there was a third door slightly smaller than the second. There were six doors in all, each slightly smaller than the first. The sixth and final door was the smallest and only knee high. The last door swung open and behind that small door was a circular room with doors all around the perimeter. I squeezed through the doorway on my hands and knees and just barely got through. I walked into the middle of the room and heard the doors I had just come through shut and lock fast in their places, their locks set to rest until to be woken to unlock once more. I pounded on the small door trying to force it open but it was no use.
I turned away from the matter that passed and checked the room. It was the same style of room as the Hallway Of Doors. The tile was the same and so were the doors. I tried some of the doors but they were all locked like the rest in the hall. Only one door was not locked and that door was right across from the knee high door. There was nothing behind the door but at the very bottom was a small mouse hole like door. Kneeling down on the floor I tried the small door but it was locked. I shut both doors and contemplated on whether or not to shout to the cards and if they will be able to help me or even hear me. As I turned from the door I noticed a glass table standing in the middle of the room with a golden key. I took up the key in hand and examined it. The key was small and it might fit the door. I opened up the big door and then inserted the key in the keyhole and opened the door. I had to lie down to see through the doorway. A beautiful garden laid spread out behind that door. Oh how I wished to wander through that golden sunshine and bask in the flowers aroma instead of being stuck in the dank room. A pair of feet walked past the door and I heard voices.
"Watch out where you're walking Six. You've stepped on my feet again," someone said.
"Oh quit being so whiney Five. We don't want the Queen to hear us now do you? Hurry! We have to paint the roses red!" the man named Six said. A drop of what looked like red paint splashed down near the door and stained a spot of grass a crimson red like blood. The two men walked towards a rose bush and I saw that they were playing cards…not men at all. There was the six of clubs and the five of spades carrying paint buckets and paint brushes. I shut both doors and contemplated on whether or not to shout to the cards and if they will be able to help me or even hear me. I shut the door and took the key out then shut the small door and turned towards the table. Sitting upon the glass surface was a glass bottle with a strange red liquid with a label that said DRINK ME. I set the key down sort of mesmerized by the bottle. I took up the bottle and I looked for any markings of poison or such. There was none so I carefully took off the glass bottle cap and took a swig of the red liquid. It first tasted like cough medicine then started to burn as it slid down my throat. It happened ever so slowly. I saw the bottle flying above me spilling its liquid into the air and the table's legs seemed to grow. I didn't notice I had shrunk to the size of a mouse until I noticed the bottle crashing down next to me and nearly crushing me. This was my chance to get to the door. I ran for it dodging all the puddles of what looked like blood until I came upon the door. It was locked. I remembered setting the key down upon the table and cursed myself for it. The key still sat upon the table like I thought. I ran towards the glass table and charged into a leg of it and tried to knock it over but nothing happened. I first sat down on the floor but then noticed I was sitting on a glass box with gold trim. Inside the glass box were small cookies with chocolate chips in the form of the word EAT ME. I unlatched the box and took out a small cookie and took a bite. I felt a strange uneasiness in my stomach and stepped away from underneath the glass table. Soon I began to grow rapidly, my feet seeming so far down as I kept on growing. I struck the top of the domed roof and was stuck.
From my height I looked down to the floor and couldn't see the glass table. A door somewhere behind me opened up and closed. The White Rabbit walked through my legs chattering to itself. From only a sentence I heard, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I am so late! The Queen will have my head for this."
"Hey! Up here!" I shouted down to the rabbit, "help me, please."
The White Rabbit looked up and stumbled back to peer up at me. In shock the Rabbit dropped his gloves and fan on the chessboard tiled floor. He turned and ran through a door. I shouted in rage and kicked the door where the Rabbit exited; in turn I kicked the glass table causing it to shatter. I looked down and noticed that I didn't harm the door in any way. It looked to be painted on. How could that be? Wasn't that real wood before? How could it change? I had no time to contemplate on the thought when the painted doors open and let a small trickle of water into the room. The water began to lick its clear tongue on my shoes. Slowly I bent down and took up the kid gloves and the fan in my palm and I stared at them. On the cuff of the gloves was stitched in gold stitching the words W.R. It was getting mighty warm in the room so I flipped open the fan and started to wave it in-front of my face to cool me off, it wasn't doing such a great job for it was too small. The small amount of air being made by the fan gave off a scent of fresh strawberries after being picked in a summer's day by the riverside. This fan must have been by strawberries lately. As I fanned myself I began to shrink to maybe nearly half my height or maybe even smaller. It was time to give the floor a turn with the objects so I dropped the fan and tossed the gloves after the fan. In a corner of the circular room I saw a faint glint of gold sitting in the waters. I was walking to the key in the water when I slipped and fell to the floor very slowly. As I was falling in my mind's eye I could see a clock with its hands turning to tell the time. Just as the hands hit twelve it stopped then started to turn back. As I watched in my mind the clock hands turn back I felt myself shrink. Suddenly the clock in my mind slowly faded and I broke through the water's surface and sank down before I got my feet in the water (so to speak) and swam towards the surface.