"Curiouser and curiouser."
Those were the words that bled from my mouth, unbidden. A small noise of surprise, a hand held to a startled mouth in a futile attempt to hold them back. Curiouser and curiouser indeed! Was my brain casting yet another delusion? A trick of the mind to make myself believe I was her? That I, a foolish mortal with a mind for such tales, was Alice?
It was lies. It was all lies.
Just like my current surroundings must be, for certain!
The bright colours, the unnatural lighting. It was all a twisted game for my mind to control me with. Just a twisted, ironic game.
Oh, but how I yearned to believe it was true.
Words could not begin to make an impression on the way my heart made a small jump in its broken cage, hoping beyond any hope that existed on this Earth that every wonder, every apparition of delight that I could taste, could see, could hear, could feel, that all of these things of beauty could perhaps be a thing of truth, and not of delusion.