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kh_drabbleChallenge: [128] Dreams
Title: Cecy
Wordcount: 444
Notes: The title is a Bradbury reference, but the rest of the story is an Alice one ^^
Alice's mother is worried, because her child is spending entirely too much time asleep.
"But I'm not asleep." Alice explains patiently, and remembers the smell of sweet damp Earth down the rabbit hole. "I'm visiting Wonderland."
"But Wonderland is just a dream!"
"It isn't. Will you believe me if I tell you about it? Last time I went, it was all pink and yellow and it hurt my eyes."
But Mother still doesn't believe it's real, even when Alice describes to her perfectly how Wonderland had sounded all rock 'n roll to her purple-blue ears. And the next day, she has a funny sort of medicine that isn't castor oil or anything unpleasant, but rather a small and very ordinary white tablet. "It's an experiment. The Doctor says it might help to keep you awake."
Alice swallows it obediently but she's still asleep by five. She knew it wouldn't do anything.
She knows it distresses Mother, but she can not bring herself to stop going, because Wonderland is different and and exciting and new every time. Once, she was a grown-up there and the Cheshire Cat's face was falling away. She held the Blade he gave her tightly and promised to save their world.
Then it was all light and diction and the ground was wooden; very hard. She flipped and twirled and she was chasing a Mr. Dodgson.
Alice Liddell wakes up slowly; Lacie lives in the bottom of a well.
She's Alice every time, Alice, always Alice. If she wasn't, she'd be dreaming, or mad.
One night, Mother's Alice sleeps for more then one hundred hours, and Wonderland's Alice is whisked away to another world. Here she is a Princess and her enemy is the Dark; she loses her heart but wakes again, she meets a lovely boy named Sora, and by the end, when she curtsies for a vast and unknown audience, she understands that there are many worlds outside that weren't home and weren't Wonderland.
She decides she wants to visit all of them, and she tells Mother this when she wakes up.
"You see," she says, most pleasantly and drowsily, "I'm not asleep at all when I sleep. I'm alive in every world, and I have a part in everywhere."
Mother does not understand, but at last she's resigned herself to a grudging sort of believe. But still she asks, helplessly, "Are they at least safe places that you go to, in your dreams? Are they nice?"
"No, not always." Alice is honest, and already half-asleep. Perhaps she will see Sora tonight. Perhaps she will not. But she thinks it will be a lovely new world she sees, either way. "But I quite belong in them, and besides, I like them, very much."
Title: Cecy
Wordcount: 444
Notes: The title is a Bradbury reference, but the rest of the story is an Alice one ^^
Alice's mother is worried, because her child is spending entirely too much time asleep.
"But I'm not asleep." Alice explains patiently, and remembers the smell of sweet damp Earth down the rabbit hole. "I'm visiting Wonderland."
"But Wonderland is just a dream!"
"It isn't. Will you believe me if I tell you about it? Last time I went, it was all pink and yellow and it hurt my eyes."
But Mother still doesn't believe it's real, even when Alice describes to her perfectly how Wonderland had sounded all rock 'n roll to her purple-blue ears. And the next day, she has a funny sort of medicine that isn't castor oil or anything unpleasant, but rather a small and very ordinary white tablet. "It's an experiment. The Doctor says it might help to keep you awake."
Alice swallows it obediently but she's still asleep by five. She knew it wouldn't do anything.
She knows it distresses Mother, but she can not bring herself to stop going, because Wonderland is different and and exciting and new every time. Once, she was a grown-up there and the Cheshire Cat's face was falling away. She held the Blade he gave her tightly and promised to save their world.
Then it was all light and diction and the ground was wooden; very hard. She flipped and twirled and she was chasing a Mr. Dodgson.
Alice Liddell wakes up slowly; Lacie lives in the bottom of a well.
She's Alice every time, Alice, always Alice. If she wasn't, she'd be dreaming, or mad.
One night, Mother's Alice sleeps for more then one hundred hours, and Wonderland's Alice is whisked away to another world. Here she is a Princess and her enemy is the Dark; she loses her heart but wakes again, she meets a lovely boy named Sora, and by the end, when she curtsies for a vast and unknown audience, she understands that there are many worlds outside that weren't home and weren't Wonderland.
She decides she wants to visit all of them, and she tells Mother this when she wakes up.
"You see," she says, most pleasantly and drowsily, "I'm not asleep at all when I sleep. I'm alive in every world, and I have a part in everywhere."
Mother does not understand, but at last she's resigned herself to a grudging sort of believe. But still she asks, helplessly, "Are they at least safe places that you go to, in your dreams? Are they nice?"
"No, not always." Alice is honest, and already half-asleep. Perhaps she will see Sora tonight. Perhaps she will not. But she thinks it will be a lovely new world she sees, either way. "But I quite belong in them, and besides, I like them, very much."
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