Down the rabbit hole
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell them a hookah smoking caterpillar has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small
When the men on the chess board
get up and tell you where to go
And you just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "Off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head—
White Rabbit by
Jefferson Airplane
Chapter 2: Topsy-turvy Parlour
(Shay)
Have you ever had a day where you wake up and you're not in your bed room, and you ask yourself, how did I get here?
Of course you have, everyone has.
Except my experience is far worse because the room I woke up in was like nothing I'd ever seen before.
The room was decorated in a Victorian style. The room was furnished brilliantly coloured furnishings. However some of the furniture was on the ceiling and some on the floor where they belonged. In the centre of the topsy-turvy parlour (for that was the only way to describe it), there stood an elegant glass table.
There were three things on top of it. A key, a heart shaped box, and a delicate crystal bottle of clear liquid. How strange, I highly doubt it was customary to keep your liquor out in the middle of a room like that.
I felt a sharp pain in my neck and shoulders when I got up off a broken settee.
Ow, I landed at an awkward angle.
When I got a better look at the splinters I realized the settee was several sizes too small.
Come to think of it, the entire room was several sizes too small.
It was perfectly scaled for a five year-old.
I walked over to table that barely reached my knees, and pocketed the small key.
Eventually I'm going to have to find away out of here and that key might help.
A compulsion- not unlike the one I felt to follow rabbit told me to take a closer look at the bottle of clear liquid.
Around the neck of the bottle was a tag
Drink me
I flipped the tag over out of curiosity.
Drink me please
I flipped it once again for good measure.
Just drink me already
I obliged the glass bottle and took a quick sip.
Only to have it gagged back up.
Ugh, its gin. I choked.
The world started to play tricks on me.
Everything started spinning round and round.
Until my world went black
The world officially hates me.
Instead of everything being too small it was now too big.
It me about all of two seconds to figure out what happened to my clothes.
They didn't shrink with me.
Wonderful, I'm in a strange place, twenty sizes too small, and now starkers.
I dug into my sweat pants pockets and pulled out a packet of tissue and wrapped one around me like a dress.
It's not much but it'll have to do. It should last, so long as it doesn't rain.
next up we get to meet our sexy hatter.
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