"I want to go home." She cried curling into a ball.
"Poor poor Alice." Came a emotionless voice. Alice sat up and rubbed her eyes. The Ace of Spades held out a flower to her. Alice couldn't help but notice he did so with his left hand. She rose to her feet.
"Do you know how I can get out of here?" She asked.
"You have to find the Queen of Hearts of course." He replied handing her the flower. It still barred it's thorns so Alice was careful not to clench her fists.
"And how do I find her?" Alice questioned.
"If you follow the White Rabbit, I'm sure he'll get you there." The Ace of Spades whispered. A smiled curved at his lips but faded quickly as he turned and stepped back into the forest. Alice smiled with a new found hope. And she began down the path trying to find the White Rabbit.
It wasn't but a few minutes later when Alice came upon a pretty little cottage. It seemed it could be only about one room large. It caught her interest ever so much and she just had to approach it. Though she knocked on the door no answer came. Being as curious as she was she pushed the door open and stepped inside. It was a room made out of mirrors. The floor the walls and the ceiling were all mirrors. Alice looked at her reflection in dismay. Covered in a thick layer of dirt and her dress smudged with red. She supposed her mother would give her a good whack for getting so dirty.
Alice stepped into the room and almost bumped into a clear glass table. It had two vials sitting on top of it. A note sat between them. Alice wiped her hands on her skirt before picking it up. It read.
To whom it may concern,
One vial will make you tall and one will make you small. Be wary which you choose or you won't have time to regret at all. But choose you must to go on, or you may not ever see a mortal dawn.
Sincerely,
The White Rabbit
Alice turned her head to the side in thought. Why would one be bad? Isn't one as good as the other? Then it hit Alice, like her mother did when she stayed out in the rain all day. The room was very small. If she got any bigger she might break the glass. And she dared say it might possibly kill her. So she would have to choose small. But the Vials were not labeled. And they both held a clear liquid. She sighed. Then the Mad Hatters words popped into her head.
"The left side of the brain controls the right side of the body, so only the left handed are in they're right mind, and most people here are right handed."
Alice thought more and more. But finally she made a choice. She reached for the one on the right, but hesitated. The left side of the brain…Alice thought. She grabbed the left vile and gulped it down. It stung her throat. She gasped. A strange sensation like the thousands of needles came but this time on her insides. She gasped for air but found it rather difficult. Then before she new it she was looking up at the glass table.