Chapter 3

I woke up and find myself on the floor. Perhaps I have fell and that caused me to wake up from the Nightmare that was about to turn into a dream come true. I got my self up from the floor and got to the typewriter with an idea. I typed down my dream on the piece of paper and changed it a little. instead of me walking down the road full of plentiful paradise, i wrote about a little girl who use to live in a village and discovers a rose. And i also replaced the flames with dragons attacking the village and obliterated it and she survived by falling down a hole and becoming knocked out. With nothing else on my mind, i left the story with a cliffhanger, which i despise the most. The title is also a complication, trying to figure out what the name should be. Then i found one. It titled it "Monica's Journey".

I gave it to the newspaper and they read it. They said it was amazing and my manager asked if i was gonna type more. I answered that with a confident smile on my face. They put in the paper and made enough for me to survive in the apartment for the next couple of weeks. Since then, the rest was writer's block. most of the dreams i had were boring and still no sign of "Alice." I've become desperate for her. I decided to walk down the market for a bit, thinking for something to replace the cliffhanger. But then, something amazing just happened. I found her. In a different dress and image. But the hair was beautiful enough for me to get my attention. I saw her walking down the streets past me. I followed her, trying to hide myself from her within the crowd.

She kept walking and i still followed down the streets that are becoming empty. I hide behind corners of building and barely peaked. Then i discovered that she is gone. I ran to the spot that i last saw her. Was she another vision? Another dream? am i going mad? Then just when i was about to give up hope, something hit me at the back on the head and i fell down. I barely pushed myself off the ground and i turned my head up, then it was here, wielding a piece of wood in her right hand. "You thought you could get me, did you you perverted freak?"

"Y-You're real?" i said with amazement and fright.

"Of course i'm real." She replied. "Wouldn't you rob me if i wasn't?"

"No, it's not that! You confused me with someone that would hurt you! I won't do that to you!"

"Liar!" She lifts the piece of wood in the air. Before she got the chance to hit me, I rolled over and dodged it. I got up and backed away from her. "Listen to me! I'm not that kind of person! My name is Rodney Fredericks and i'm just a university graduate. I tried to write a story but writer's block got to the best to me. But then you came along and-"

"Can it, devil incarnate!" She shouted when she swung the board at me. I dodged many attempts until i grabbed the board myself.

"I know you don't believe me, but it's the truth, i swear!" I persuaded her. "when i saw you, i was captivated by your beauty that is your face. The true eyes, the smile made by your lips, that is what made me believe in hope again. It's because of you, i started to write again. All thanks to you i managed to get up and do what i love to do."

"You're telling the truth?" She asked me with skepticism.

I pulled a newspaper from my coat and i gave it to her. She read it and she was intrigued by what i wrote. She smiled even. "Very impressive?" She complimented as she gave me the newspaper. "all this from what you saw in my dream. Thinking that i was in your dream?"

"I know it's a coincidence, but think it means something. I want to hope and you gave me it. So i was wonder if we could talk. start out small. I really think that you are the most beautiful and the most vibrant person that i ever met."

"Are you saying this just to get me into bed with you?" the girl asked him with a raised brow.

"No." I answered. "just to get you to have tea with me."

"It worked." She said to him. "My name's Alice. Alice Liddell."

"Call me Rodney."